When Martha Lane Fox lost her shit over Alexa, I – a lone woman in the front row – audibly cheered. “We’re about to build a future that is very, very much not female and that is so profoundly bad for humanity. It upsets me that people shout at an Alexa in the corner of… Read More My tits felt huge and I felt small: Why London Tech Week talks the talk, but the reality is very different.
Forty something evangelists piss me off. Not the sanctimonious shouty types that wave their arms around and claim that Jesus solves everything (He doesn’t. I accidentally smeared silly putty on my pashmina this morning and no matter how many times I shouted “CHRIST ALMIGHTY”, precisely nothing happened until I ran it under the hot tap… Read More “iPhone, iPhone, in my hand, can you get this bullshit banned?”
Around 28 years ago, I had a careers meeting at secondary school. I say ‘meeting’, but that suggests that it was a two-way exchange of information and ideas, actually I was sat in front of a fierce looking woman at a desk for a fixed amount of time and only asked a direct question once.… Read More Nolite te bastardes carborundorum
I am fairly desensitised as a human being. I lost most of the feeling in my arse after my epidural. I can cheerfully skull ALL THE VODKA and still engage in semi-reasoned discourse. Since watching all seven and a half thousand episodes of Game of Thrones, I’m fairly certain that if every female customer at… Read More My arse: I can’t feel it, but neither can you.
Sometimes people speak and I just feel a bit… uncomfortable. Y’know, like when you see someone giving their child the bollocking of a lifetime that seems just a little bit too extreme, but you can’t decide whether or not you’re overreacting. I feel like that a lot.