Meet the Clitbait Team: an interview with Lucy Wilson, columnist…
Name and role:
Lucy Wilson, columnist
There was once a picture in a Swedish newspaper of me in a Pride parade dressed as the Grim Reaper. Old Swedish ladies came up to me on the day asking ‘But what…does your face…mean??’ (it was fully painted like a skeleton). To be clear, it meant nothing except that I had a very unfortunately timed dress rehearsal for a show about hell/death. I was Death.
What does intersectional feminism mean to you?
Understanding that the different ways in which individuals’/groups’ different identities intersect will impact their experiences and incorporating that understanding into feminist discussions and actions. Making space for, and amplifying the voices of, people whose experiences are different from yours and not speaking over marginalised voices.
What is your favourite thing about Clitbait?
I love the diversity of the content on the site and the consistent high quality of the output. It’s rooted in a very supportive community which I think plays a large part in its success. I think Lilah and Laila being so encouraging, friendly and informed is a huge factor leading to the diverse pool of contributors and the resulting standard of content. You may argue that this is more than one favourite thing and you may be correct.
What inspires you?
The topics I tend to write about are inspired by injustices or what I consider to be areas in need of change. As an individual, I’m inspired by people I see doing things that I would like to do or things I haven’t previously thought achievable. I particularly love to see Scottish women succeeding.
What things do you do outside Clitbait that you are proud of?
I have a wildly varied CV which I’m quite proud of. More specifically, I recently wrote and filmed a series of poems for the Young Women’s Movement Scotland based on their research into body image. It seems to have resonated with a few people so I’m quite proud of that.
A guilty feminist confession?
I’m a feminist, but… I sometimes feel pleased when people think I look quite a bit younger than I am (only sometimes, though; other times I resent the accompanying condescension). I’ve started to really notice the way people around me talk about aging and I’ve never wanted to contribute to the negative conversation surrounding women aging. I think my own concerns with physically aging come from not wanting to look different to the way I look in my mind, but I’m trying hard to combat my instinctive feelings in preparation for when the years inevitably catch up with me.
A personal feminist triumph?
A subtle change, but I’ve recently become a lot more comfortable making my own opinions public in the things I write/speak about.