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Oh we have A LOT to get through today.

We're kicking off with quick fire news, and honestly the news cycle has been WILD. We're talking about the SA abortion bill that just got voted down, Pauline Hanson rocking up to the National Press Club after three decades to call the gender pay gap "smoke and mirrors" (spoiler: it is absolutely not), and the absolutely jaw-dropping cervical cancer data that shows what happens when we actually invest in women's health. Hint: we eliminate a cancer. Like, the whole cancer.

Then we're going deep on gender reveals. Where did they come from, why are they everywhere, and why are they - at best - unnecessary and at worst genuinely harmful? The woman who invented them in 2008 has publicly said she regrets it. We get into it.

We've also got our Glimmers because we all need something to hold onto, and we're closing out with a Happy Pride to the community. You are seen, you are loved, get in here.

Oh...and somewhere in there we break down the New York Times piece by Maggie Haberman and Jonathan Swan about Trump's team having what can only be described as a full meltdown in the Situation Room over the Epstein files. JD Vance wanted to put Tucker Carlson in a room with Ghislaine Maxwell. This is not a drill.

Grab your drink. Let's go.

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Today we’re doing something a little different: a rapid‑fire tour through the week in women’s news, fuelled by tarot pulls, gin and soda, and a healthy dose of feminist rage.

This week: Barnaby’s latest abortion “hot take,” Bonnie Blue and her golden baby shower, the appalling treatment of women in politics (featuring yet another tired “ditch the witch” moment), and Epstein’s personal secretary doing her best “I know nothing” routine — all while military exercises roar overhead. It’s a mix of laughs, rage and shout‑outs to the women holding it together in a country that keeps asking them to swallow just one more thing. Rage on.

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Female friendship is the love story nobody really nails. This isn't the "queens supporting queens" version (as much as we love it), it's just the real one.

Adult friendships, the slow fades that can hurt worse than breakups, the friend you've outgrown but can't bring yourself to move away from. The group chat dynamics that are basically a full-time job (unpaid of course).

Plus the unspoken truth: these women are the most consistent, alive, mutual relationships in our lives. They're the love story...and we should probably say that more.

And a closing glimmer on the new perimenopause and menopause campaign, because the women who walk you through the third act deserve their flowers.

Pour something strong, open your group chat, and remember it's made you want to lob your phone into the ocean at least once. Welcome to Rage on the Rocks.