We were all bewitched by Dan Reynolds who’s masculine AF yet talks about love and pain. … More How To Be A Rock Star In 2018? Don’t Even Try. Just Surprise The Dicks
We think we do things for others, to help others, but most of the time we’re honestly helping ourselves. We’re looking for a way to feel more alive, more connected and not just another cog. It’s the best kind of selfish. … More When you hit rock bottom the only thing to do is bounce.
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 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.
I get it. Showing a hint of breast gets attention. You certainly got my attention because I love breasts, I have a couple myself. And you probably didn’t want to show a full breast as you knew you’d get slammed so you went for the underdeveloped one. That breast and girl are so young, so … More News Flash! Nymphs Are Out, Strong Is The New Beautiful.
People comment about how old women look all the time, “Oooh she’s aged.” As if getting older is something we should sort out. As if it’s a failure on our part. Crikey, not the dreaded oldness! Not the ageing and passing of time. Why are you not doing something about that? It’s OK to get wiser but please don’t … More Oh Puhlease, Not The 45-Year-Old Selfie. Yuck.
“You’re not my soul mate!” That was the line that stopped the party. My friend looked at her husband and smiled, while we all held our breath. If he wasn’t her soul mate then who the feck was? “I have many soul mates,” she said. “You’re my mating mate!” We all breathed a sigh of … More Can We Please Stop Talking About Soul Mates?
“I think you’re beautiful,” said Wilbur. “Well, I am pretty,” replied Charlotte. “There’s no denying that. Almost all spiders are rather nice-looking. I’m not as flashy as some, but I’ll do. I wish I could see you, Wilbur, as clearly as you can see me.” “Why can’t you?” asked the pig. “I’m right here.” “Yes, … More Why, In Exactly 810 Words, Everyone Should Read Charlotte’s Web To Their Daughters. And Sons. And Nieces. And Nephews.
He’s always been on my list. Ever since I saw his performance at the Secret Policeman’s Ball. That mix of bird’s nest (fuck you hairdressers) hair, eyeliner, stovepipe pants and effeminate sexual energy (fuck you and you and you) was mesmerizing. Here’s what Russell Brand and I have in common. We were both born in the … More I See You Russell Brand And Holy Smoke, You See Me Too.