Hermione Eyre

Hermione Eyre: Cool title, but what does it mean?

The Government has pledged to build three million extra homes by 2020, but how can this be done without concreting over the countryside? This question has been worrying me, as it must worry anyone who likes grass, and thinks some of it should still be visible in the South-east. So I went along to a lecture on this topic at the Royal Geographical Society this week, where the message was sent out loud and clear: Worry not. We can do it.

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Hermione Eyre: How did exploiting teenage girls become acceptable?

Thursday, 24 April 2008

A giant pole was raised outside Parliament on Tuesday. Sadly, it wasn't a maypole. It was a pole of the type that women gyrate around, semi-clothed, for money, and it was an angry stunt by women's campaign group Object ("challenging Sex Object Culture") to raise awareness of the fact that we now have twice as many of these poles in this country as we did three years ago. Yes, lap-dancing clubs have doubled since the Licensing Law 2003 came into effect in 2005, and Britain is a grubbier and less safe place for it. Meanwhile the BBC isn't helping stem the filth, either.

Hermione Eyre: A catcall is not only sexist, it's bad for business

Sunday, 6 April 2008

Builders working on Wimpey construction sites across Bristol were banned last week from wolf-whistling. Was this a spoilsport piece of petty bureaucracy, or a fillip for women's rights?

Hermione Eyre: The night I dared not let my Oscars pass out of my sight

Saturday, 23 February 2008

Why do we care about the Oscars? Why indeed. Just take a look at the news this week. Devastation here. Extortion there. A toppling Chancellor, a tippling Mayor. And a brand new serial killer. It couldn't get more depressing if someone was ripping me off every month in my gas bill.

Hermione Eyre: Not only witnesses need state protection

Saturday, 16 February 2008

Hirsi Ali has been in limbo ever since 2006, when she admitted falsifying details on her asylum application

Hermione Eyre: Whoever said feminism was a thing of the past?

Saturday, 9 February 2008

I wonder how the world would look if viewed through a gender looking glass

Hermione Eyre: When making our mark is not art but crime

Saturday, 2 February 2008

Graffiti – the rudimentary scrawled kind – is a human variant on cocking a leg

Hermione Eyre: Generation bird-brain? It's just evolution

Saturday, 19 January 2008

The shifty downward gaze, the darting thumb – it was unmistakable. The man was composing a text message. The problem was that we were in the theatre. On stage, Leontes was ranting and roaring; in the front row of the audience, Mr Busy Thumbs was scrolling through predictive. He didn't even try to hide it really. He just seemed to have put the sound down on the performers, to have flipped the channel on them, while he compulsively, absently busied himself with something else for a minute or two. Concentration is a dying art.

Hermione Eyre: I have seen the future, and it is dark

Saturday, 12 January 2008

It is clearly a very exciting time to be a computational cosmologist ... and that's before Lily Allen pops up

Hermione Eyre: Was Flashman's world really no place for a girl?

Saturday, 5 January 2008

I went to Rugby school when I was 13 and the spirit of the cad was still somehow intangibly present

Hermione Eyre: I resolve to take small steps into the future

Saturday, 29 December 2007

Public holidays are dangerous because they give you a chance to think. When you step outside your usual routine, you see how it might be possible to live differently. You start making plans for change, or ambitious New Year's resolutions. Mine is to take a cerebral sort of work-out: to try to start thinking long term.

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