Someone Who Looks At Facebook Pictures of Strangers
Two strangers who once were not. Or were they?
Commentary on current social affairs. Intersectional feminism examining questions of gender, sex, sexuality, caste, class, race, religion & other discriminators.
Two strangers who once were not. Or were they?
If you were in drag, what would you be like? And where does the drag stop and where begins your identity?
Does your presence in a space leave scars or interesting stories?
I love a good romcom. I am a feminist. I’ve always been conflicted about ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’.
I’m still untangling my thoughts on this because I’m realising Ross represents male vulnerability on F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
I read a really lovely book, featuring a club of men in traditionally macho professions (sports jocks, nightclub owners) getting together to learn about women and relationships by reading romance novels. The premise tickled me and its chicklit style carried me through well. Most of all, I found myself feeling…
After I asked women to share instances when men apologized to them, I realised something stood in the way of men and the word SORRY. I want to believe men are as rational & feeling as women and can see the damage done by not taking responsibility for their actions….
I asked women to tell me about when a man apologised to them. A genuine, responsible, heartfelt sorry.
We glorify the dude with the dark past. The slightest chink in the brick wall facade that he calls a personality, is celebrated. But does he deserve us?
I made my first big purchase in this COVID-19 year. I bought an epilator. Actually, I replaced my old one that finally gave way in May, in the style of all essential devices going kaput right under lockdown. I felt really guilty about missing my epilator so much these past…