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Teenage girls should have the option of single-sex education, and it’s nothing to do with poshness or privilege

Ellen Coyne


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'In school, I felt that I existed more as an individual because there was never an opportunity to make the apparent differences between girls and boys, or men and women, a point of comparison.' Photo: Getty

'In school, I felt that I existed more as an individual because there was never an opportunity to make the apparent differences between girls and boys, or men and women, a point of comparison.' Photo: Getty

'In school, I felt that I existed more as an individual because there was never an opportunity to make the apparent differences between girls and boys, or men and women, a point of comparison.' Photo: Getty

I go to a gym class sometimes which is called, I’m ashamed to say, “ass and abs”. In a black and mirrored room a floor above the grunting men with the physiques of balloon animals who pound and slam weights, the classes are a matriarchy: led by and almost exclusively attended by women. In the seconds after one Becky Hill song finishes and before another begins, it sounds like a delivery ward — all heavy respirations and swearing. I like the classes because it feels like the instructor is having just as awful a time as the rest of us. She hisses empathetic affirmations at us as we all hold a high plank to the cathartic lyricism of Adele. We gather like a clan for our little ritual, immolating our muscles as a sacrificial offering, nurturing our intentions for a strong core and a nice arse.

On Monday, our haven of sorority was infiltrated by a man. We cast each other conspiratorial glances as he made us warm up with jumping jacks, which absolutely nobody had the right bra for. The energy of the class was different. Rather than our usual commune of soft collective pain, this new guy brought with him a scary regime of autocratic shouting which was far more stick than carrot. I almost lost the frame of my Russian twist when I heard the woman on the mat behind me desperately whisper, “Why is he so mad at us?”


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