Not much happens out of the blue. The snakes of lightning across one’s vision before a migraine, the same argument verbatim every few weeks before a break-up, the sudden dread when you know someone’s about to break unwanted news – signs, more often than not, are there in plain sight. I’ve been thinking a lot… Continue reading On the good side
Or: Woman, 28, in ‘modern dating is awful’ shock If you’ve read Dolly Alderton’s beautiful memoir Everything I Know About Love, you’ll join me in a sharp intake of breath when I mention the ‘guru chapter’. For the uninitiated: a few years ago, Alderton conducted a phone interview with a man who billed himself as… Continue reading Flirting with writers
An opportunity to take on some extra responsibility recently came up at work – not related to my actual role, more ‘extra-curricular’. Keen to push myself, I put my name forward, hemmed and hawed over it for a few days, then asked somewhat sheepishly to withdraw from the running. I’m not scared of a challenge… Continue reading On not being exceptional
I think this is where the title joke came from but please forgive me if I’m wrong. If you know who made the original quip, tell me and I’ll credit them. Poor Robbie Tripp. Heard of him? The guy who thinks “finding one’s wife attractive” is a noteworthy, enlightened feminist act. You’ve probably seen… Continue reading Man walks into a bar – because it was set so low.
I still love Twitter. Every few months or so, there’ll be a rash of articles about how it’s haemorrhaging users and is dying a feeble, protracted death, in the manner of Beth from Little Women. And the criticisms are usually spot-on. Despite various tweaks and algorithm changes, it still lacks an “edit Tweet” function –… Continue reading On outrage, Twitter and food-shaming
It’s been another anxious week or two – panic curling its fingers round my neck at unexpected times: on the train to work, at my desk, standing in the flat talking to Drummer Boy. It’s like living with a goblin (the anxiety, not DB) – a horrid little creature that likes to pop up just… Continue reading The Saturday Six: fighting the Anxiety Goblin
Or: the rise and fall of Facebook I’d quite like to not be on Facebook anymore. Not for any hipster-ish reasons – as knowing my friends, that will be the first accusation, and if that were my reasoning, I’d have deleted my account years ago. It’s just kind of… boring now. I sort of can’t… Continue reading I can’t quit you