Our entire point is that bad men don’t stop being bad men the moment they put on a dress & call themselves a woman, and “Ms Starshine” here (seriously) is proving us right.
As a Gen Xer, how many times have you started typing a reply to a post, gotten halfway through, and then realized you just don’t care enough to finish it?
@NMPA22@MattWallace888 Yes, when he was filming LOTR’s in NZ, a bit of a doofus. Would get really drunk at the local bar and say things to the local girls like “who wants to kiss me I’m going to be famous “ 😂
November 1971. Chiswick, West London.
Erin Pizzey is 32 years old. She is not a lawyer. Not a politician. Not a doctor.
She is a woman who talked Hounslow Council into lending her a cold, rundown building on Belmont Road — a former community hall — for almost nothing. Her original plan was modest. A warm room. A cup of tea. Somewhere for mothers with young children to simply get out of the house.
Then the door opened.
A woman stood in the entrance. She was covered, head to foot, in bruises. She was holding two small children. She was shaking.
She didn't want tea.
She needed somewhere to hide.
Erin let her in. She didn't turn her away. She didn't tell her to call the police.
Because Erin had already called the police. They told her the same thing they told every woman in Britain at the time: they could not enter a private home over a "domestic dispute." That was the law. The home was private. What happened inside it was a family matter.
When Erin contacted a female civil servant to report what she was seeing, the response was astonishing. The woman told her flatly: "There wasn't a problem of battered wives until you made one."
Erin put down the phone. Then she went back to her residents and made sure they were fed.
Within weeks, 40 mothers and children were sleeping in four tiny rooms. No funding. No staff. No legal authority.
She didn't stop.
By 1973, word had spread through quiet whisper networks — one woman telling another, "There is a place. Go to Chiswick. She won't turn you away." That same year, Erin hosted the first National Women's Aid Conference in the UK. Women from across Britain arrived, and they all recognized the same thing at once: what she had built needed to exist everywhere.
In 1974, the council set a maximum of 36 residents. At peak times, 150 women and children were living inside those walls — sleeping on floors, on chairs, in hallways. The building smelled of cooking, fear, and something else entirely: relief.
Erin was taken to court for overcrowding. She appealed all the way to the House of Lords.
She kept the doors open the entire time.
That same year, she wrote a book. Scream Quietly or the Neighbours Will Hear. It was the first published account of domestic violence in British history. It used real stories from real women inside the shelter. Overnight, a problem that had no official name was on front pages from London to New York.
The movement spread. Refuges opened across the UK. Then Australia. Then Canada. Then the United States. The pattern she created in four small rooms in West London — no blueprint, no permission, no funding — had been replicated in hundreds of shelters across the Western world.
MP Jack Ashley stood up in Parliament and said: "It was she who first identified the problem, who first recognised the seriousness of the situation and who first did something practical."
She was ranked 14th in a poll of the 100 women who shook the world. She was awarded the Italian Peace Prize. She received a CBE. The charity she founded — Chiswick Women's Aid, which became Refuge — grew into the largest domestic violence charity in the United Kingdom, with over 460 employees and an annual income of more than £33 million.
Erin Pizzey passed away on October 4, 2025, aged 86.
She never stopped.
It all began with one woman, one borrowed building, and an absolute refusal to say no.
Forty women and children showed up with nowhere to go.
She made room.
Share this if you believe one ordinary person, refusing to look away, can build a shelter that holds the whole world.
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Paper Pepper is a Korean papercraft artist who gave Van Gogh a makeover, fixed his ear, and proved Korean skincare is so good it can regrow body parts.
Not a filter. Not AI. Just paper, patience, and Seoul-level beauty standards.
Three Australian politicians are currently complaining about misogyny & sexism. But -
@JacintaAllanMP, the Victorian Labor premier, has men in women’s prisons, school girls not drinking water and women punished for not accepting men as women.
@AlboMP, the Australian prime minister, has called the destruction of women’s rights a “culture war”, ignoring pleas to ensure women have rights & protections in federal legislation.
@JuliaGillard, during her time as the first women prime minister, removed the definition of women from war, igniting the “culture war”.
Calling out misogyny & sexism when it impacts you while ignoring Australian women & girls who are experiencing ideological & institutional misogyny & sexism on a daily basis is not a good look and it simply highlights the hypocrisy. It confirms our suspicion that you only care about yourselves.
If you’re going to cry misogyny & sexism, first make sure that you’re not a perpetrator of it.
I know 4 adult women who transitioned at the height of trans frenzy. 3 had mastectomies, all 4 had hormones. 3 are now detrans, 2 sans breasts and one is bald. The remaining one looks gravely ill, black rings under the eyes and self medicates with alcohol and weed from morning to night. Struggles with chronic gut and bladder issues.
We should be teaching people, women especially, to love the healthy bodies they were born in. No disassembly required.
Australia’s sex discrimination commissioner has written a damage control op-ed after “PregnantManGate”, yet in all the supposed fairness she doesn’t address the fact her interpretation of the law gives men protections they don’t need while taking away protections women do need.
And that’s not anything remotely close to fair.
Oh, May. Every year I count down the weeks until your arrival, and then you pass in the blink of an eye. Here’s a look back at the beauty of May through my lens. Please follow my account if you’d like more. No politics, no AI, just countryside beauty.
📍 Peak District, England