Last weekend I was entertaining a guest, you know, the sort I was planning to have lots and lots of sex with in between ordering pizza and uncorking wine. I decided to be fancy. Like, maybe wear something under my jeans other than cotton panties with holes and such. I charged into a shop after ...
Bloody Facebook. I knew there was a reason I became a reluctant convert. It’s all very well having hilarious banter with my actual friends, who are an international crowd, but there’s the well-documented difficulty of “people from the past.” I don’t mean a dark, shady past like everyone on Days of our Lives reveals just ...
Sandwiches. Gender conspiracy. War on women. Let me explain. It was a sunny afternoon here in southern Germany. I’d escaped from the office to the organic bakery across the street, and found an outdoor table where I could read my book and drink the peppermint tea I’ve taken to drinking instead of coffee, to avoid ...
This week I had a meltdown. In its wake, the remains of a Very Nice and Thoughtful Man who (I once spent a weekend with) (and) happened to be in the wrong email conversation at the wrong time, was being a bit flippant about the thing that was upsetting me. Let me give you some ...
Thanks to Margo Hannah for letting us repost this great article! After years of inhabiting a female body, I believe I’m entitled to a partial opinion on how it operates. One thing I’d like to bring up is the hormonal excuse we drag out to exempt ourselves from owning erratic behaviour. As far as I’m ...
Now listen, there’s nothing nice about public restrooms. Nevermind the lovely scented one in that posh restaurant with a floating TV monitor behind the mirror trying to sell you shit while you gaze at your beautiful face in a haze of flattering light. I mean the nasty one you charge into at the European train ...
On dates I still love a little bit of chivalry — but it goes too far when the restaurant servers decide that my male dining partner should get the bill. The assumption that the man should pay in the restaurant is archaic. The waiters don’t know what our relationship is and any assumption is just ...
Meh, the night bus. It isn’t ideal, but with the price of trains nowadays and the hellish standing-up-from-Edinburgh-to-Manchester situation I encountered last time I donated the best part of one hundred pounds to Virgin Trains (that’s for another fume), I decided to give it a go. Not bad. There was a smell, but that also happens ...
I had all sorts of things to prepare before a job interview this week. I’m sure you can relate. I had to update my portfolio, brush up on the work lingo no one really uses outside interviews, memorize the company’s website and absolutely everything the interviewers have done or will do in the duration of ...
Question: How many feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb? Answer: Hey, that’s not funny. This was a joke told to me by a guy I met at a party. I didn’t laugh at his joke because I knew that he actually believed what he was saying. He actually believed that feminists ...
So, we’re having this baby. It’s due in a few weeks and we’re trying to get organized with all...
I recently heard about what is claimed to be the rising phenomenon of Japanese men remaining virgins for longer...
Ladders. Patriarchal conspiracy. I’ll explain… This week I climbed a ladder. I was trying to reach a loft space,...
Dear Madame X, My boyfriend needs to look at porn while we have sex. It bothers me because I...
Mrs. Dalloway is yet another feminist classic that I had to grow into. Wrapped up in Woolf’s instantly recognizable...
Last week saw a Big Thing come to our soggy little island. Well, it was a Big Thing for...
Last weekend I was entertaining a guest, you know, the sort I was planning to have lots and lots...
All little girls want to be princesses… right?! It’s bad enough that toy aisles are separated out by what...
