One has all these lovely theoretical frameworks which just don't manage to override all the crap.

So I've been reading Beata Arnborg's biography of Barbro Alving, AKA Bang, who was a famous Swedish journalist (amongst other things a war correspondant). My favourite feminist magazine is named after her. That's how awesome she was. Anyway, right now Bang is a teenager and this is not going to be really about her but we're starting from the bit where ( Warning for eating disorder & gender identity stuff )