Tag: feminism

Me too.

It’s been hard to ignore the headlines for the past couple of weeks as one woman after another has come forward to tell of sexual harassment and abuse at the hands of a powerful Hollywood producer. That the list of names, well known and less familiar, can be so long and yet continues to grow ...

Why #sorrynotsorry is the way to go.

I love a good hashtag. #sorrynotsorry Or as I like to think of it: “I would be sorry because it’s probably expected of me but instead I say fuck that.” Because it seems that, as women, we seem to be sorry for every bloody thing that we should enjoy instead. Why don’t men have guilty ...

Old enough not to give a fuck.

First off: I do not think I’m old. What I am, apart from being forty-two years old, is tired. Tired of all the shit. I started reading an amazing book on the plane trip home last week, called The Subtle Art of Not Giving A Fuck by Mark Manson. {Click on title for Goodreads link.} It ...

It’s a wrap: January.

January is often the focus of a lot of reflection and thoughts of self improvement. After a week long new years beach break I came home determined to finally tackle what I had avoided my whole life: fitness. From being the girl all through high school who somehow always had her period every P.E. lesson ...

I like it so check it out :: DECEMBER

That’s right: December. Crazy, right? It’s been a whirlwind countdown to the final month of the year, and I don’t know why I stupidly thought I’d get a quiet week somewhere, and now Christmas is only two weeks away and we’re having a full house on the day {which is a good thing I promise} ...

Why Spanx can go and fuck themselves.

It’s probably safe to say that the Holy Grail of women’s fashion is finding that perfect item of clothing that looks and feels amazing to wear, is comfortable and flattering on just about everyone, and garners compliments every time you step out wearing it. For me that recently came in the form of a caftan. ...

Why I will never tell my kids to be good.

  And why being well behaved is overrated. On my wedding day my parents both, at different times and completely separately to each other, happened to give me the same advice as I prepared to leave their home, become someone’s wife, eventually someone’s mother, and generally begin life as a grown up. “Be good, and ...