Hurrah! Quality storytelling is taking over our screens/book-shelves and bashing threadbare clichés of male-driven action and female helpless emoting.
We’ve come a long way,
Just watch Game of Thrones’ latest great battle, the Battle of Winterfell, and see how far we’ve come since the Lord of the Rings’ Battle of Helm’s Deep (2002). In the Peter Jackson’s Tolkien adaptation, there was not a single female fighter, and women and children cowered in caves while male characters became heroes.
Full disclosure: I’m not a fan of Valentine’s. But I do love a good date night.
Ever since a cringefest of a date, aged 20, where my then boyfriend and I sat awkwardly in a row of tables for two, I have avoided manufactured photo-opportunity romance.
I’m not fussed about big gestures, lavish gifts or super-organised surprises. On the 14th of February, like every other day, I like my husband to be nice to me, share a joke, not mention the laundry piling up, and give me a hug or two. That’s all.