This image is the wonderful 'Erotica' by Federico Castellon The most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life, still, to this very day, even more embarrassing than when my dad found my vibrator collection, and even more embarrassing than when I vomited
My mother doesn't take shit from anybody. She is kickarse in all the ways available. She is an empowered and balanced and amazing woman. If she weren't my mother already, I would wish that she were. Probably. No offense to my other, hypothetical mother. As far as
Sometimes life calls for a summary post. It's not always easy to make the words come out in the right order, especially if you've been giving them to NaNoWriMo instead. Georgia Six months ago we went to Georgia's teacher in desperation, to have a go at figuring
I was Facestalking today, as I am wont to do, because I still vie for the affections of people who inexplicably didn't like me in high school and probably still wouldn't because let's face it I'm kind of irritating. I'm turning 30 in a few weeks,
I sat down for a quiet breakfast on my own this morning, and was rather enjoying myself when a toffee-nosed woman in her 60s sat down at the next table. "WAITER!" she bellowed. "I WANT A GLASS OF WATER!" The waiter was a very nice young
Stop the presses: Mummy Wars do exist! I know this because I am currently having one. It is a battle of epic proportions. Literal tears have been shed. Each morning I wake with a sense of foreboding, wondering how many men I might lose. I can
There are mornings with children that are not unlike punching yourself in the eye over and over. Then there is this morning, which was a bit like if I'd dipped my fist in a bucket of acid piranhas covered in nails, and rather than just punching myself in
Firstly, GOOD ON YOU women speaking out against this kind of bullying. I think that rocks, because it's not okay to bully anyone for anything. But, yet again, the media has sensationalised something in this space, like the "mummy wars", that serves only to perpetuate
Yesterday, my mum said to my brother and me, "I can't believe I had these lovely children!" and I remarked that maybe she would be used to the idea after thirty years. "I don't think you ever really get used to it," she said. This is
To the exceptional women I am lucky to call my family: My nan We are now 12 long years without you. You remain the most courageous woman I have ever known. At 26, in a post-war recession, you became husbandless. You never remarried. You took those children