It’s important to be alone sometimes.
The amazing Alain Du Botton argues that it is not possible for any of us to be truly sane. All of us are burdened in some way by psychological harms. The most caring and well meaning of parents will still…
On the Right to be Complicated or Why we should all read ‘Up at the Villa’ by Somerset Maughn.
I had an idea for a blog: ‘Big Titty Traumas’. It was going to be flirtatious and a little bit feminist. But feminist in a good way. I like to believe that my brand of feminism is one that men…
Don’t forget to take your Agnus Castus.
Or do, you know, if you’re a guy or if you’re a girl who’s not bothered by bouts of depression and sudden rage during the build up to your monthly visitation. If you are…TAKE YOUR GOD DAMNED AGNUS CASTUS. For…
The many Apocalypses we live through.
Apocalypse (noun) : An event which results in great destruction and world changing consequences. If you didn’t learn that we are, if you are reading this, living through an apocalypse right at this very moment, what have you been doing…
What makes you Happy?
Someone asked me this question the other day and I found myself largely incapable of answering. As usual, I over-complicated the question. My brainium instantaneously accessed ‘The Art of Happiness’ by the Dalai Lama, which I read years ago, and raised philosophical…
The Generational Cycle of body shame.
I went on my first diet when I was sixteen. I gained weight during puberty. My mother had tried to persuade me that it’s normal for women to have a rounded lower belly. But I wanted to lose weight and…
I put the Pro in Procrastination.
Good Morning. Here I am, sat at my computer writing a blog. I’ve written a lot of those lately. It’s been fun, some of you have written to tell me how much you’ve enjoyed them. Thank you! I’m so pleased.…
Why am I so het up about my age?
If there is one event in my life for which I fear I may be going to hell, it is the one that I am about to relate to you. It would have been about two years ago, I think.…
On Growing up with Alcoholic Parents. Part 3: Me.
I wasn’t sure if should write this one. It felt like I’d covered a fair amount of it in the other blogs and besides, it’s just a lot of whining isn’t it? But I’ve been doing a lot of whining…
Love is to be found in the Imperfections
A few years ago, I sat in a pub with a male friend while he explained to me his strategy when it came to securing the affections of a girl he was into. It was a long play, quite intricate.…
