The Guardian is a lost cause. Utterly lost. They have swallowed, hook line and sinker, the idea that women are a costume, women are a fantasy, women are things for men to project their yearnings upon, women are an endless sink into which men can pour all their anger into and will never say enough, stop, no more. An idea that has no boundaries and no limits and no true independent selfhood. The Cologne coverage, the child rape coverage, the trans coverage are all of a piece. Women will always come last in the Guardian. The only "feminism" permitted is trivial bullshit about Disney movies or "microaggressions". Real aggression is far too problematic, better devote 10,000 words to a movie where people pretend to beat each other up. Real suppression is far too problematic, better cover a rude t-shirt than things like Speakers Corner or the deselection of Amina Lone (an insidious suppression of Muslim women within the Labour party).
It's weak. Difficult conversations must be had or women will continue to pay the price. I just think they've given up. Tacitly, they think we cannot resolve these problems and so they feed poor women, brown women, Northern women into the fire to stave it off themselves for another day, just one more day.
I have not abandoned hope; I think we can turn the ship. I think we can find just and equitable solutions to these social problems, but we cannot do it without confronting them, without doing the scary, difficult work of facing what is happening in the world.