At a talk I gave about my travels, the male organiser pinned a map of the world on the wall behind me, and handed me a pen. He asked me to trace a line to demonstrate where I had travelled for the benefit of the audience. I made a dot. I hadn’t really travelled anywhere, not in that sense. In the past, women travelled to lose themselves, while men preferred to climb and conquer.
I have had a bottom makeover. I have had bio-dermology and bio-therapeutic on my backside, executed by a woman in a white coat and surgical gloves. She looked like a doctor, but was a beautician called Jacqui, with diplomas in subjects such as ”beauty culture”.