From London’s holly-sellers to Engels’s flaming Christmas centrepiece, the plum pudding was more than festive fare in Victorian Britain, says KEITH FLETT
THIRTY-NINE years ago, when the Jewish Chronicle was still recognisable as a newspaper, my partner and I sent a notice to the Social and Personal column announcing the birth of our twin sons.
The JC was happy to include our announcement, they said, but would need to edit our names, changing Julia Bard and David Rosenberg to David and Julia Bard-Rosenberg. We protested. They insisted. It was “policy.”
Couples with children, it seemed, had to have the same surname in case their readers suspected, God forbid, that they weren’t married. We were, as it happens (which is another story), and I kept my name.
As Ash Regan’s Unbuyable Bill sparks debate in Scotland, the real issue remains unaddressed: a digitalised sex industry and a neoliberal economy that repackages exploitation as empowerment while leaving women’s material conditions unchanged, argues LAUREN HARPER
LYNNE WALSH reports from the Women’s Declaration International conference on feminist struggles from Britain to the Far East



