It is 11pm in the Gordon household, and the mother and I strike up a conversation about sex education.
I say conversation, I mean dispute and when I say we are miles apart on every spectrum possible, it’s an understatement. I’m a feminist, she would love to be a kept woman and while I say free the nipple, she says stop being a tart.
This ‘conversation’ started when we came across a Facebook post uploaded by a friend I grew up with. We were inseparable from five, through primary and secondary. And then I went to university while she went off the rails.