A grubby unshaven man was standing between my knees, his right leg against mine, the classic pervert’s grey coat draped behind him. Right at eye level, small fingers held his zipper and my attention. In an instant the zip was down and he reached in like he was pulling an animal out of a nest… … More ‘Nice’ Should Be For Ice creams. Not People.
Dear Google, Apple and Amazon I’m confused. You have cosmetic surgery apps targeting children as young as nine. Have your respective Boards secretly married into the Kardashian clan or has Donald Trump been having a word about creating more anxiety and unrest and bigotry in the next generation? One of the games, called Plastic Surgeon, lets you get eye lifts, nose jobs, … More Nose Jobs For Kids? No Way.
I’m sad you won’t laugh at my dancing anymore. Or make jokes about useless ex husbands. I’m sad I never made it back to Zambia to say hello again. I’m sad I never got to say goodbye. … More When You’re The Only White Girl In The Village One Friend Changes Everything.
Soon she will not want me to be visible to her. She’ll want me miles away safely not looking, not knowing, not hearing anything. I’ll cramp her style. My skirts will cramp her style. She already hates it when I get song lyrics wrong. … More I Didn’t Think I’d Miss Being Needed. Ever.
I will never vacuum more. Fact. And the curtains are fine as they are because when I need to do some naked mom dancing—yes, naked, wobbly and so bad it is genius—then I can close out the world. That’s all I need. … More Whoever Invented The Inner Critic Needs A Kick In The Head.
I’ll never forget it. My brother and I were waiting for our mother to finish shopping and this older guy said, “Can I help you boys?” I was not a boy! Yes I had a short pageboy haircut but so did my brother; it was 1978. I was outraged. But I wasn’t brave enough to say … More Yes, he’s wearing heels. Get over it.
I walked into NZ Fashion Week feeling like a fraud. I didn’t even have interesting shoes on. Aside from red lips there was nothing haute couture about me. More haute boring. Having forgotten all about my tickets to Eugénie, I’d dressed that day in shabby office, which is a little known category I’ve been cultivating since … More The Only Fashion To Wear Is Not Care.
Recently I listened to Alisa Vitti’s TED talk about women’s monthly cycles and it blew my fallopian tubes apart. It shocked me so much I shared it on Facebook. It got six likes. God, I am such an influencer. But this is such a winning idea I need to share it again as I’ve had it … More Writer’s block? It could be your ovaries, try sorting the spice rack instead.
Feminists don’t go to Eminem concerts because he does not say good things about women. Nor do Feminists speak softy. Or watch porn. And they certainly don’t yell cunt at other stupid drivers on the motorway. I can’t be a Feminist because I’ve done all these things. Sometimes I wind the window down. Here are … More Since When Did I Become A Bad Feminist?
Wine makes life more exciting. The taste, the boisterous conversations, the unbuttoning of inhibitions, and the superior dance moves. Then there’s cooking with wine—as my Great Aunt Hazel likes to say, “one glass for the meal, one for the chef!” These were my thoughts in April as I battled the idea of giving up for a month. You see, I’m not … More To Wine Or Not To Wine. That Is My Question.
Dear Special K, When I was growing up my Mum loved you. She was the kind of woman who fancied herself in a red swimsuit. One piece of course. But sadly she battled her body most of her life and she never got that swimsuit body. You knew for years that it’s not sex that … More I Don’t Want My Daughter To Be Pretty. I Want Her To Be Pretty Smart.
I used to think Glass Half Empty thinking created an empty, negative life but lately I’ve been thinking that’s a load of bollocks. … More What If The Pessimists Are Right?