After trying and failing (and trying and failing, and trying and failing) to get a Brexit deal through Parliament, Theresa May has finally resigned.

It is fair to say that I am not a fan of May’s. Her record as home secretary was dire — those “go home” vans were driven round the country on her watch, and police budgets were slashed (May also oversaw the mess that was bringing in elected police and crime commissioners to replace police authorities). Our then-home secretary presided over the long-term detention of women at Yarl’s Wood, and her decision to set the income benchmark for spousal visas has led to families being torn apart. And, as prime minister, she’s been little better: we’ve seen her refuse to stand up to and critique US president Donald Trump’s “Muslim ban”, fail to tackle Islamaphobia in the Tory Party, and dodge questions from MPs about the strict abortion laws in Northern Ireland. That’s just a very quick look at some of the negatives of her brief stint at Number 10 Downing Street.

But, in spite of all of this, the slew of celebratory headlines about May’s departure have left a sour taste in my mouth.

“The media’s sexism towards Theresa May obscures the real criticism we should be levelling at her”