I'm interested in men again.

No, not like that.

It’s 2005, I’m in my first year of university - studying English at Sussex - and there’s an option to do a module on feminism.

Until now, I’ve not thought much about feminism.

I’ve felt equal to my peers; drunk pints with the boys; dressed up with the girls; done well in my GCSEs and A-Levels and got a place at a good university.

What is there to complain …