The other day, I came across a comment on the internet from a stranger who had seen a recent TV interview I'd done, questioning my authenticity.
Then a forest spirit wearing antlers rises up for the undergrowth with a piercing groan, and all I could think was: 'Well, that's my next tattoo.' The decision was made maybe a little too quickly – I did the usual questioning as to whether this is something I would like on my body permanently but was never deterred.
She said: "I would be doing an injustice to the victims of forced marriage and the agenda of violence against women if I did not mention that questioning whether a marriage is forced if a parent is present, and asking why victims do not seek support, flies in the face of years of campaigning and hard work, undermining the work of our very own forced marriage unit.
Perhaps if I didn't advocate for questioning social norms, I might actually respond to Tinder messages instead of mindlessly swiping out of momentary loneliness or boredom or fear of being "left behind," then feeling unmotivated to answer when my sense of wholeness returns.
Nothing will undo the years I have spent questioning what I did wrong.
I didn't know he was questioning my toughness.
"When they start questioning what I did or didn't do 35 years ago, or said, on a personal level, I'm going to fight back," he told NBC News.
If I didn't use intensive questioning, there would be a lot of Mafia guys running around New York right now and crime would be a lot higher in New York than it is.
Uniform rules existed to be flouted, obviously, but I don't remember questioning why the neighbouring boys' school wasn't obsessed with the tightness of their trousers.
"I do find myself questioning Bond's sexism, his occasional homophobia, his xenophobia, and the coldness of his character," he admits, fan that he is.
