What a nuts week.
started with the launch of the website for a new project, Three Generations of Women, for the theatre company I co-direct, Broken Leg Theatre.
ended with a full page spread about it in The Independent on Sunday today.
thing is, and I’m not getting all Oscars style, ‘I want to thank the bin men, the
woman at the laundrette, my mum’s neighbour,’ about it, but the success is entirely
down to the support and contribution of loads of brilliant women.
project is drawing on the experiences of
real women growing up in the UK over the last 100 years and asking, in a nut
shell, whether it is easier or not for women now.
I know it’s not as straightforward as that.
Course I do.
But that’s the starting point.
The website enables women to submit their
stories, and respond to a series of questions, ranging from, ‘when did you
first become aware of your gender?’ to ‘what’s the best piece of advice your
mother ever gave you?’ and everything in between.
We launched it at the beginning of the week.
And at last count, we've had over 600 entries.
The stories are emotive, inspiring and sometimes, downright fucking breathtaking.
Stories of women who hid soldiers in wars to save them
Of illegitimate children.
Of empowering mothers.
Of terrifying grandmothers.
Of women who inspired them.
Of women who gave them courage.
Of women you want
to be like, and women you’d be happy to never see again.
Take a look. Read the stories. Add your own.
I started the week launching a website about a project
focussed on women.
I’ve ended the week feeling immensely proud to be one.
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