I cringe when I look back on any writing I’ve done where I talk about being fairly content in life, “Mostly happy, more centred than ever.” I don’t cringe because it’s a lie. I cringe because it paints only a partial truth – I am MOSTLY happy. You must not forget the MOSTLY. It was a fucking long road to get to MOSTLY from RARELY. Why am I yelling? Continue reading
Perhaps I’m slightly evil, but I always enjoy an article that manages to walk the fine line between complimenting the interviewee, and letting their true personality – even when negative – shine through the piece. The reader is left feeling that the takeaway from the story is their own, rather than one enforced on them by the writer.
Oh here she goes – brace yourself for a feminist rant. I’ve grown my armpit and leg hairs, and am working on a fuzzy moustache that would make my teenage son proud.
Feminism is generally not considered a nice word, as it has such negative connotations. These connotations came about due to some mislead man-haters acting like douche-bags. But they don’t speak for me, nor do they speak for any real-life feminists who are smart enough to know the true meaning of the word. Feminism is simply the belief that women and men are entitled to social, political and economic equality. I’m not sure I know anyone who wouldn’t agree with the concept of feminism on that basis. Nor would I want to. Continue reading