The genre of parenting advice books that focus on children’s sleep might seem like a strange archive for a feminist philosopher. Like many of us, I only started reading them because I had a baby who didn’t sleep well and I was exhausted.

Anaesthetics of Existence: Essays on Experience at the Edge isn’t about any single topic. It makes a case that “experience” is a social and political category, and so some things we undergo do not get included.

The headlines read: equality has been achieved. There were simultaneously six female premiers governing over 85% of Canada’s population.

It was via my Facebook newsfeed that I found out that one man had come forward, accusing Jian Ghomeshi of sexual assault.

A couple of weeks ago I was fortunate to be able to give a talk on sexual assault and unconsciousness at Durham University, in a visit cosponsored by the Centre for Medical Humanities.

Since I was in a car accident six months ago, I’m unwillingly hyperaware of the way I extend and control my body. Tools like cars, according to Drew Leder’s analysis of embodied experience, allow us to “redesign” our extended bodies to interact with the world.