“FUCK WOMEN’S DAY. FUCK IT.

Don’t ask me to celebrate Women’s Day. Don’t offer me ten percent off beauty products or a free glass of cheap bubbly. Don’t even ask me to commemorate the historic women’s march on the Union buildings – a milestone event whose noble essence has been sold down the river by leaders who are eager to claim some sort of retrospective credit for it, but don’t even pretend to honour its values.

Last year, I was in an epic rage. This year, I’m in despair.”

Read why Helen Moffett is so upset about this travesty of a public holiday HERE.

After “Pan’s Labyrinth”,  2009