I was invited to speak at a conference in Barcelona in the late 1990s. At the end of a very long, hard day, my genial Spanish feminist hosts invited me to dinner, telling me they would meet me in the hotel lobby at 10.30 p.m. I almost went into some sort of traumatic shock.
Julie Bindel
There’s nothing more delicious than a table for one
Eating alone is a real taste of freedom

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