IRELAND will hold a referendum on ABORTION in May, and I’m feeling all sorts of things. Hopeful, because I’ve wanted this for over two years, ever since Claire Hunt, Grazia reader and abortion rights activist, yanked me into the campaign by tweeting me to remind me Irish women must travel to the UK to terminate unwanted pregnancies. Worried, that having got to this miraculous point, the vote might not go in our favour, because… referendums, eh? Confounded again that Irish women have been denied this cornerstone right for so damn long.
I don’t do preaching. I don’t do dogma. I don’t think I’m definitively right about anything, really; I’m a flawed piece of humanity, a mess of half-baked notions, half-buried prejudices and social media-dictated morality. But I am certain of…
