Let me set a scene for you. Year: 6. Age: ten. Location: English classroom. I am embarrassed, my cheeks burning with shame. My English teacher at the time, a seventy-something white man, has just told me that “no one likes a bluestocking”. I am unsure what this word – “bluestocking” – means, but I know … Continue reading Female Intelligence: Why Does it Feel Like Something We Need to Apologise For?