On how great women of history never escape getting slammed for being whores or ball-breakers or harpies or gold-diggers or or or. Like we just can't bring ourselves to say they were great in their own right, and allow for the simple fact that nobody's perfect, and that by insisting on the ideal, we're always setting ourselves up for disillusionment. Plus, it's good to be reminded that women generally have good reason to get a little prickly because of the constant stream of aggressions - micro or macro or subtle or obvious or physical or implied or what-the-fuck-ever. Anyway, here's Sandi Toksvig:
