If you invite someone into your home, you do so because you want them there. If they turn violent, start to smash your belongings and pose a danger to you, you’re entitled to make them leave, or call for help. If someone breaks into your home – kicks the door down, batters their way in,… Continue reading The houseguest
Women are experts at hiding things. Trust me on this. We hide pain and blood on a monthly basis. We hide our fear when we’re out after dark. We hide our feelings when we think that guy we’re into is being a jerk but we can’t quite be sure, maybe he’s just a bit like… Continue reading Trust women: repeal the 8th
There are some mistakes in life you only make once or, if you’re particularly foolhardy, twice. Not backing up your three-quarters-written university assignment and then waking up on the morning you’re due to go home for Easter to find your laptop screen informing you “hard disk does not exist”. Not dashing for a post-sex wee… Continue reading A rude awakening
Drummer Boy and I once had an argument about skincare so fierce that once we’d calmed down, we had to agree to never discuss the topic again. It began when I mused – innocently, I thought – aloud, “I probably know more about skincare than you, to be fair,” and ended with us shouting at… Continue reading On skincare and sanctimony
I’ve written before about my obsession with Refinery29’s ‘Money Diaries’ series and I genuinely look forward to reading the latest one every Wednesday. If I’m honest, however, I only pay close attention to the ones where the writer is earning close to – but ideally less than – my own salary. Reading the financial comings-and-goings… Continue reading Can we talk about money?
In the 2012 film Mud, the eponymous hero – played beautifully by Matthew McConaughey – utters the line: “a boat in a tree – hell of a thing, ain’t it? A hell of a thing.” A hell of a thing. “Mixed signals” – hell of a phrase, isn’t it? It can mean whatever the person… Continue reading On mixed signals
2017 began in a funk of rolling, raging anxiety that I honestly thought I’d never recover from, and is ending with the loss of my darling, darling grandmother. And yet despite those things, it’s been a pretty good year, on balance. 2017 was the year… …I started taking antidepressants, and they gave me my life… Continue reading This was the year…