politics
Showcasing the fight for political equality and the fearless females blazing the trail, to be stopped only once their hairstyle does not a headline make.
I knew he was a wrong 'un!. Content Warning.
I’ve written before about some arsehole who was the subject of some excellent investigative journalism into sexual misconduct. Anyway, some justice has been served. Found guilty of one count of rape and three counts of sexual assault. He is still being questioned about further allegations. I allowed myself a small ‘yay!’ at the verdict. But it was only a small ‘yay’, because I knew I could predict the responses and jokes about to land on social media. Jokes about booky-wooks and celly-wells, about born-again Christianity, ‘edgy’ comments, ‘clever’ word play. I knew there would be grifters on the right claiming it was his left-wing past that did it. And those on the left taunting the right about granting him sanctuary. Playing football with his allegiances. What larks!
By Rachel Robbins9 days ago in Viva
Do not forget the women who rebelled
On 16 September 2022, a 22-year-old Kurdish-Iranian woman, Jina Mahsa Amini, died in the custody of Iran's morality police after being arrested for allegedly violating the country's compulsory hijab regulations. Her death sparked demonstrations that would spread throughout Iran, bringing thousands of women and men onto the streets to challenge a political system that has governed their lives for nearly half a century.
By Sergios Saropoulos18 days ago in Viva
THE ANGER IS THE AWAKENING
Everyone is pissed off right now. We are watching rape, exploitation, misogyny, corruption, incompetence, institutional failure, political theatre, and systemic abuse play out before us. We watch victims beg for justice while institutions shuffle paperwork, pass responsibility, raise prices, cut services, and tell people to wait. We watch cruelty become entertainment and outrage become a commodity.
By THE HONED CRONEabout a month ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace
The house is dead silent, but inside my ribcage, the engine is still throwing heavy sparks. Everyone else gets to slip away into the dark, trading the weight of the day for soft edges, slow breathing, and effortless drift. For them, midnight is a curtain that drops cleanly, bringing an end to the noise. But for me, the dark isn't a relief—it’s a mirror. It is a wide-open canvas where the shadows start to take shape if I sit still for too long, a quiet room where the past likes to pull up a chair and wait.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Viva
Cosmic Displacement
Beneath the silent canopy of the trees and the cold light of the stars, a lifelong outsider finds her true reflection. There is a heavy, ancient silence that only exists deep beneath the tree canopy after midnight. Out here, away from the synthetic hum of the house, the endless logistics of a large family, and the relentless demands of the daylight world, the air completely changes. I step out into the cold grass, pull my star-covered robe tight against the chill, and look up through the dark, jagged silhouettes of the branches.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Viva
The Armor of the Metalhead Matriarch
Out here in the predictable daylight of the suburbs, a forty-five-year-old mother of seven stands out. People notice the sheer scale of a massive family and automatically file you away into a neat, conventional box. They assume your identity has been entirely swallowed by the endless cycle of groceries, laundry, and schedules. They think the story ends there.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Viva
Rearranging the Broken Furniture Inside My Head
I often find myself thinking about what it means to simply not be here—not in this era, not in this body, not in this heavy, suffocating space. There is a persistent, quiet displacement in my chest, an exhausting sense that I was dropped into the world entirely out of sync, born either way too early or far too late. I exist permanently on the periphery. I don’t fit into the conventional puzzles of society, and I don’t fit within the familiar walls of my own family. When you are an outsider in your own home, alienation becomes your default baseline.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Viva
Dear Women: Stop Feeding the Machine
The entire world has been shaped by a bro-code patriarchy. Look at history: centuries of unhinged, psychotic greed, domination, rape, robbery and killing carried out overwhelmingly by men—and systems built by men to protect male power.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Viva
Everything I Learned about My Body Comes from Books & Social Media. Top Story - May 2026.
It’s no secret that the American education is lacking in areas of health and sexual education. I’ve talked with other women around the country and their stories are similar to mine. Many women grew up with shame and confusion surrounding their reproductive health. Many others received false information rooted in patriarchal views. Such as pubic hair being unclean or periods being something to hide.
By Kera Hollow6 months ago in Viva
A Hopeless Romantic's Guide to Decentering Men. ✨
De-centering men was my greatest act of self love. ~ unknown author. Women are taught, either inherently or intentionally, to center men from the day we are born. Even the birthing process itself can be considered male-centric, if you get the wrong doctor or practice. My mother tells the story of a traumatic birth when she had me: of a brusk, impatient male doctor, of requests falling on deaf ears, of an emotionally absent male partner.
By Alys Revna6 months ago in Viva
