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. Advertisements
All the to-do surrounding gender neutral fashion and the associated catwalk shows filled with androgynous looking teenagers gazing into the middle distance doesn’t make a jot of fucking difference to me. I simply cannot do unisex.
I’m going to get a reputation if I’m not careful. Like when people think about Nicki Minaj they automatically think of ample bottoms, I am going to be ‘The Shouty Fanny Lady’. Most recently, I have had the absolutely privilege to write for Little Miss Creative who, on International Women’s Day, launched The New Woman… Read More She’s rattling on about vaginas again…
I’ve seen my insides on camera more times than you can shake a stick at and there is literally never a time that an ultrasound isn’t accompanied by a feeling of sickness, fear and trepidation. I’ve stared at the fuzzy screen, squinting and baffled, covered inside and out in cold goo as I waited to… Read More “You’re standing out here making other people feel guilty…”
When did something designed to simply be a fun way in which to populate our species become so sinister? As I look down the barrel of my forties, for the first time I’m seeing the scale in which the act of sex is used not for recreation or procreation. And the way in which it… Read More Entrepreneurial Evil and The Pound Shop Prostitutes