Artwork by @na_son Subscribe to get new posts delivered directly to your inbox x It’s very uncomfortable to arrive at the age where you are objectively considered an adult and feel underdressed for the occasion. ‘25 & Under’ concessions have fallen away and we can no longer blame our parents, or anyone, for why weContinue reading “Adult™”
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Some Like It Raw
Subscribe to get new content delivered directly to your inbox! I was 15 when my R.E. teacher taught us how to put on condoms. There were black, white and brown dummy dicks dotted around the classroom and us in knee-length skirts taking turns to “pinch the witches hat” and roll soft rubber down plastic shafts.Continue reading “Some Like It Raw”
A Few Lessons From My Father
Subscribe for new content delivered directly to your inbox! Father’s day passes unceremoniously in our house. One of us purchases a card the day before (sometimes the morning of), and I write a variation of the same sentiment. Key notes include: gratitude for his unconditional love, thanks for his contribution to our lives and acknowledgementContinue reading “A Few Lessons From My Father”
Living In Your Head
“The perfectionism is very dangerous, because of course if your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything. Because doing anything – it’s actually kind of tragic – because it means you sacrifice how gorgeous and perfect it is in your head for what it really is.” – David Foster Wallace MyContinue reading “Living In Your Head”
Trying To Care About The Environment
I can’t say that I don’t care about the environment but I can’t prove that I do. When dinner party debates transition to climate change, I sit back and monopolise the wine. It’s easy to get away with apathy if you do little things – like eat less meat, bring your own flask to coffeeContinue reading “Trying To Care About The Environment”
Something Stinks About Social Mobility
Photo: Timi Akindele-Ajani (@akinajan) I used to be big on social mobility. Having a fair chance to do better than your parents feels natural, like dying after them. I’m on track to achieve upwards mobility and I can’t wait. I’m looking forward to shopping in supermarkets where you don’t need a pound for a trolley;Continue reading “Something Stinks About Social Mobility”