Women are the most feral people I know. And that’s just a fact. Sometimes it can feel like my body is this uncontainable thing that I’m constantly trying to put restraints on, to smell good, feel soft, hairless, motionless, quiet, smooth like a strange seal statue that’s lost its ability to clap. Women’s bodies are these leaky vessels: periods, discharge, sweat, tears, the occasional accidental shart and I really, truly revel in it.

Aren’t they just some of the best words you can hear? Even in lockdown, where going for a walk, getting a coffee, changing your outfit, contemplating existential dread, going for a walk, changing your outfit first then going for a coffee (just to shake things up a little) are literally all you can do. There’s something that always sends a little thrill up my spine when a friend suggests it.