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It’s all a bit of a shit show online today isn’t it? This post was intended to go out yesterday, but I wanted to add to it, and then this morning happened. So far, one of my best friends has been asked why she ‘doesn’t fight back’ when she’s being groped by a man. Another…
Before I begin this post, it could so easily be a frustrated pile of paragraphs. What we’ve seen in the last 12 months or so is that racism is a live and well and not only living in a semi in a suburb, but a big ornate building in the centre of London. That we’re…
Wow. How is it June already? Season of strawberries, G&Ts in the sunshine and normally for me, a sweltering office. The downside to working with scientists is that labs use equipment, equipment often kicks off heat and an old 1960s building has no air conditioning. Instead of course, we’re at home in a 1960s non…
Every so often, something inspires me to do a little rant. This week an influencer I know posted a picture. She posed in the bright sunshine, her sunglasses firmly on, her face in what she described as a resting bitch face. The face she said she was adopting to avoid wrinkles on her 30 something…
I’m a bit crap at going to the cinema. Not because I dislike it, but more because I like to be doing stuff, and generally I get looked at funny if I try and do emails, or set up my laptop in the cinema. But, sometimes something catches my eye, and I find a way…
A couple of weekends ago, I went to the first (of many I hope) Beer for All Conference in Harrogate. Part of the Women on Tap Festival (which had until now somehow escaped my notice, but I can see it will be a must attend next year). Held in the gorgeous Harrogate Theatre, the theme…
Last week (before The Pool announced it’s closure, consider me gutted) The Pool posted an article on period pants. One of their writers had tried a number of them over a week, and posted a review. Trying them for a week when they’re fresh out the packet is one thing, but one the pairs she…
I can almost exactly put a finger on when I started to hate my body. In fact I’ve got a picture of it. When it stopped being an occasional thing, and became ingrained into who I was. I was in my last year of junior school. We’d packed up and moved house twice, and finally…
I had a little moment this week. I was scrolling through Facebook, as you do, and I saw a picture of a friend of mind stepping into a pair of ‘Breaking Bad’ style overalls for the themed cocktail bar over in Media City. And the first thing that went through my head was not ‘ohh…