Gah! You escape one toxic billionaire on social media only for another one to pop up. JK Rowling – the author who divides her time between writing as a man under the guise of Robert Galbraith and being vocal about anyone who doesn’t fit her definition of “woman” – is no more the spokesperson for all women than Elon Musk is an arbiter of useful ways to spend your time and money. Yet you wouldn’t know that if you listened to her.
According to Rowling, who I’ve largely managed to escape by joining Bluesky, the fast-growing social media platform where the block function works and undue prominence is not given to anger (I am a liberal from a long line of Conservatives; I don’t need to “experience different views” online with people who can’t even fill out their bios truthfully when I can do so face-to-face at literally any family gathering); women should be up in arms about the choice of Zambia’s Barbra Banda winning the BBC Women’s Footballer of the Year award. Why? Because, Rowling seems to suggest, she’s not quite feminine enough.
