So, we’re having this baby. It’s due in a few weeks and we’re trying to get organized with all the supplies and equipment – sanitary, sartorial and vehicular – that a campaign of this length and intensity seems to require. We’ve read the usual range of confusing and contradictory books, we’ve thought, argued and remained ...
I recently heard about what is claimed to be the rising phenomenon of Japanese men remaining virgins for longer – sometimes up to 40-years-old. It was said that some men were delaying their plunge (as it were) into the world of adult relationships because younger women were now increasingly tending to have more sexual experience ...
Last week saw a Big Thing come to our soggy little island. Well, it was a Big Thing for the men of our island, at least. It was the island’s first Real Ale Festival. 60 barrels of bowel-trampling fermentates and several hundred bearded trolls packed into a Masonic hall with a fug on it you ...
Skincare. Not so very long ago, a man would have been mocked mercilessly for using just the word, never mind the products themselves. But now we’re all mature, we’re all free, non-judgemental, confident in ourselves and our sexuality. Yes, whatever yins your yang, it’s all totally groovy. So we’re all using skincare products, nobody’s mocked ...
My attention was brought this week to an article claiming that men exaggerate more than women. Nothing new in that, many of us would think. This report also claimed that men actually gain from being such fibbers. Again, this sort of declaration possibly isn’t going to shake the earth on its axis. But what was ...
Some men are leg men. Some like bottoms. Some prefer breasts. Some men even like personalities. Me, I’m a sucker for streamlining, hot for hubcaps, wild about wipers, windscreens and wheel-arches. I never thought I’d say it, but I’m in love with our new car. It’s not a sexual thing – I don’t sit in ...
As I lay stricken in bed the other night, twisted in agony and gurning manfully at the grinding torment of my gallstones, I thought to myself for the hundredth time that hour: Why did I eat all those sausages? Well, why did I do it? I’ve had the gallstones for a while and I know ...
“Hell is other people,” as the philosopher said. And nowhere is this more true than in the office. Most of us work, have worked, or will work in an office at some point in our lives; and most of us will have experienced the hell that other people make them. I’m not talking about the ...
If you put your faith in popular media you’d assume that men drool at the mention of sex but wince at the sound of snuggle and that women are so snuggle obsessed that they’ll even go to the extraordinary lengths of having sex to get it. Truth is, the gap in male and female needs ...
Men like peeing outside. That’s a fact. Of course, they are well equipped to do so, with a handy nozzle attachment for pointing accurately, without any need to sit down, and so on. But considering how rarely there is any need for men to pee outside, they do it a lot. I did it myself ...
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...
