All things to all voters? Why not? Mrs May is a canny enough politician to seize the golden opportunity that she has been offered: if she wins the kind of majority that is being predicted for her on 8 June, the manifesto will entitle her to claim that 'the people have spoken' (where have we heard that before?) and endorsed her vision of the future.
This policy has been ridiculed by some who would rather see education run as a business, and it is not new to see a popular policy that would disproportionately benefit young people dismissed as a "pipe dream". But across Scandinavia, Latin America and in Germany, Austria, Belgium and more, students enjoy tuition-free education. If countries with both a higher and a lower GDP than the UK can do it - so can we.
No matter who walks through the doors of number 10 we stand ready and willing to work with them to turn around the housing crisis, and give everyone the chance of a safe, stable and affordable home for the future.
With a nifty bit of time travelling magic this week, the team discuss the Tory, Labour and Lib Dem manifestos. Just how "fully costed" was Jeremy Corbyn's "fully costed" manifesto? What is "Mayism" and does it exist, even if Theresa May says it does not. And what happened to the Tim Farron's Remainer-fuelled poll surge?
It was New Year's Day and I was feeling awful after seeing everyone's motivational posts and super-toned bodies. I felt overwhelmed by feelings of inadequacy and didn't like how I couldn't go to sleep at night or get out of bed in the morning without checking the app.
Life had never been simpler. I was lying in my hospital bed with only one goal: survive. The level of pain was extreme, I had 12 broken vertebrae, two punctured lungs, multiple broken ribs and a broken collarbone.
I'm not here to tell you how to vote, but to give you the tools to make an informed decision. The parties have made their cases (or not) to the LGBT community, but only you can decide how to cast your ballot. Whichever colour of the rainbow your rosette ends up being, I look forward to continuing to bring you all the news from this big, gay election.
Disabled people are angry, frustrated and frightened for their futures. This is why we are becoming political. People who have never been involved in politics before are being enabled by this campaign.
In this week's 'Into It', the team are asking whether Piers Morgan has gone too far this time with his comments on gender identity. Do 'Good Morning Britain' bosses have a responsibility to rein him in, or are they just pleased he's bringing in the ratings?
I had spoken to my friend just a few short days before his death. Of course, I had no idea what he was dealing with and didn't realise anything was wrong. This gut-wrenching experience, combined with the hard-hitting facts above, is ultimately what inspired me to create the Lions Barber Collective.
My little man will be turning one next week and just like the cliché, I'm wondering where this past year has gone. His cake smash photo shoot is booked, the special day outfit has been pressed and a neat stack of presents are waiting in the cupboard. I am certain that the photos will capture our smiles and laughter, I just hope no one sees how devastated I feel inside.
The Labour Party has proudly affirmed that the state should act in the interest of the many rather than the few. No doubt you will hear repeated scare-quotes, such as, "Labour plans amount to the biggest state intervention in the economy for decades", that redistribution is "dangerously left-wing" or "unworkable" and that nobody wants to see the return of the "the nanny, interventionist state".
My father has always been a sweary, impatient, irritated, lazy bloke. His loss of memory hasn't in fact lost who he is, like dementia can sometimes do. It's the opposite: it's turned the volume up on who he is - when the disease first took hold of him, he became like a Spitting Image puppet of himself.
The Conservative manifesto has set out plans to scrap universal free school lunches for our youngest primary school children, a move which would hurt both the most deprived families but also those working parents that Mrs May claims to be the champion of. All her talk about helping the "just about managing" now rings hollow...
Despite the odd sibling squabble, it is difficult for many of us with siblings to imagine growing up without them. Their influence on our lives was, and continues to be, immeasurable. And yet, when it comes to fostering, siblings are being split up far too often.
The rights of LGBT people to live free from, discrimination and fear are far from won. Visibility is our strength in challenging discriminatory attitudes both at home and overseas. The fight for justice continues and with that so should our sheer determination to do something about it. In the words of Conchita Wurst, "We are unity and we are unstoppable".
Read: five things that I do that most women probably do but rarely own up to perhaps because of social conditioning and lack of media representation, plus how I intend to own them and thereby obliterate the misogynist in me
According to the National Wedding Council we are just days away from the official start of wedding season. In fact, June 21st marks the day when the nation will be caught up in a joyous few months full of the sights and sounds of happy couples saying 'I Do', guests breaking into rapturous applause and celebratory confetti being thrown into the air.
Let's be selfish mothers. Let's ask for help, let's acknowledge the lions not in fear but in recognition of them so we can tame them. Let's have nail days, massage days, but crucially, let's have proper mental health support, awareness and information given out to every mother even before their babies are born.
Whilst sitting there and hearing this, I thought to myself 'there is not a chance they are talking about me', as that day I had made a particular effort with my makeup. Realising that they were actually insulting and mocking me, my first thoughts were why would they find it acceptable to laugh at someone's appearance?
The first two days of being without a phone were euphoric. I felt rogue, emboldened - I became a productive, uninterrupted human being. (This is mainly because being without phone relieves you of lots and lots of chores.)
As I sit on the edge of your bed, my hand gently smoothing away the hair on your forehead, I feel the heavy pressure and angst of being a teenager ebbing away. You're sleeping now, the fever having finally settled. And, there, just as when you were smaller, I sit, watching you. To me, you are still my little girl. Especially as you sleep.