She was married with children when she transitioned. But when Debbie Hayton began questioning the idea that people with gender dysphoria are born in the wrong body, she found herself under attack by the trans community
The last time I laid a political bet was in the early stages of the 2015 Labour leadership contest, when a columnist scoffed at Jeremy Corbyn’s candidacy
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In the Marks & Spencer Christmas ad, the singer Sophie Ellis-Bextor’s blue and white eye shadow signifies Israel, while the Christmas cards she blowtorches alon
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Instagram has brainwashed me into vegetarianism, or rather what is now called being “plant-based”. It starts with those “reels” which bombard you when you’re en
Why is a ban on conversion therapy suddenly a hot political potato, with Rishi Sunak declaring one minute that the policy is “off the table” and the next
Little would persuade me to perform karaoke, so I wasn’t hugely looking forward to a friend’s “massaoke” birthday party. This, he explained, was karaoke without
Whatever online grief I’ve had in six years reporting on the medical transition of children, or rapists in women’s jails, I know that the slightest criticism of
Now that shopkeepers must deal with their own shoplifters, according to the police minister, maybe the 77,000 cyclists who have a bike nicked every year will be
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They couldn’t be real, surely? Sitting on supersized nests atop telegraph poles in every village we drove through were storks. Mainly one or a pair, but now and