Down with exclamation points!
Part of the problem of contemporary interaction is that our categories are now blurred
Melanie McDonagh
Melanie McDonagh is an Irish journalist working in London.
Tuesday
Thursday
Carrie and Jill: the real summit
The remainder of the G7 summit is effortlessly overshadowed by the leaders’ spouses
Tuesday
Naomi Osaka is tennis’s Meghan Markle
Crying mental health and running away is ungracious as well as infuriating
Friday
Identity politics is ruining children’s books
Kamala Harris’s new work is the latest case of identity politics in the kindergarten
Sunday
What my father-in-law’s death taught me about COVID
You don’t get points for being defiant towards COVID-19: it really doesn’t care
Monday
Who’s afraid of Amy Coney Barrett?
Her views on the Constitution really shouldn’t scare the horses
Friday
We are all Greta now
A lot of children’s literature today is horribly right-on
Monday
Sadiq Khan’s anti-Trump crusade is dull and reductive
The mayor of London has lost it
Friday
A Hobbit-sized exhibition about Tolkien as pipe-smoker and parent
A new showcase gives us the real Tolkien – not his awful legacy
Tuesday
Why there’s no feminist solidarity for Kellyanne Conway
If you don’t conform to the programme, you’re Not One of Us
Monday
If Trump picks Amy Coney Barrett tonight, prepare for all hell to break loose
Feminists will be lining up to prevent the appointment of the Catholic mother of seven.
Thursday
Ireland’s abortion referendum has been horrifically one-sided
It will, as one pro-life campaigner told me, take an act of God to swing the Irish referendum for the No side tomorrow. I’m all for referendums but this one has been so wildly unbalanced as to make the Brexit campaign look almost effete in its regard for impartiality and fair play. The polls suggest a
Saturday
This is monarchy for the Netflix generation
Well, a star is born. I refer to the Rt Rev Michael Curry, bishop of that vanishingly rare breed, the American Episcopal Church, who was stole the show at yesterday’s royal wedding in Britain. Anyone who can make Elton John look like that – sort of nonplussed toad – and generate barely suppressed mirth in
