At Glastonbury last week (CLANG, I know), I was struck my how many people in their late teens and early twenties surrounded us to watch Liam Gallagher. Eh? I'd have expected a bunch of men in their thirties, but nope, here was the kid who looked bored as hell and spent the whole time putting… Continue reading Party like it’s 1999
A strange thing has happened to me. Recently, whenever someone asks how I am, I find myself answering 'Yeah, good.......' followed by a slightly uncomfortable pause in which I struggle to find anything of note to update them on. Work's the same. Yep, still with my boyfriend. Yep, it's going well. I'm just...getting on with… Continue reading Am I boring?
The above quote, addressed to the President of the United States by Alice Paul in the 1910s, is written on a pencil I bought at the Statue of Liberty, because stationery is cool but also because I found the quote both empowering and depressingly relevant. This week marks International Women's Day, and whilst it is… Continue reading “How long must women wait to get their liberty? Let us have the rights we deserve.”
One of my favourite Halloween costumes of recent years was dressing up as a broomstick. I often forget that there's a really awkward bit before arriving at a fancy dress party alone, where you have to travel on public transport alone dressed like a knob. (Not literally a knob. I was dressed as a broomstick.… Continue reading How a broomstick costume sparked my feminist fury
It's been an interesting week. What started with a wave of horrible anxiety then led to food poisoning/a stomach bug, leaving me weak and having surely already reached my 2019 puke quota. I kept thinking I was better on both counts, but..nope. More crying, more inability to eat food other than toast. I could make… Continue reading When two tribes go to war
If, like me, you were greeted by the above question when logging into Facebook recently, you'd be forgiven for feeling pretty conflicted about your answer. So what do I think about Facebook? Do I love it or hate it? Or, to rephrase: on balance, has it done me more harm than good? I decided to reflect on it further.
2019 has already been supremely gratifying, as it's confirmed that my existence pisses of Piers Morgan, which is absolutely delightful. Yes, the man who's given us such compassionate, intelligent and socially-minded tweets as ‘I’m planning a ‘Men’s March’ to protest at the creeping global emasculation of my gender by rabid feminists’ has been at the… Continue reading Greggs-Sausage-Roll-Gate and those bloody vegans