On 13th March, Emerald Street sent out an email entitled "Your tampon can do WHAT?!" and, of course, I opened it right away. I'm not proud of myself for giving in to click bait, but I'm a big fan of the Emerald Street team. Via their daily emails, I've discovered so many fantastic restaurants, events,... Continue Reading →
Madonna, the biscuit tin and Moranthology
Do you like Caitlin Moran, but didn't really fancy all that How To Be a Woman stuff? If so, then Moranthology is for you! Described as "proof that Caitlin can actually be 'quite chatty' about many other things" by the rather exciting book blurb, this new title promises to be a hoot for teh menz... Continue Reading →
Feminism Friday: Pink stinks!
I've had it with pointlessly gendered products. Pink for boys and blue for girls - not only should we all have grown out of this a long time ago, like the 1980s, but it's actually getting worse! Charlie posted a link to some 'delightfully feminine' gadgets on Twitter earlier today, which made me realise what... Continue Reading →
Angry? Let me think about that…
The other day I found an advert in the back of a magazine for cosmetic surgery which made me rather angry. In my rage, I did what any normal person would do and I tweeted about it. However, instead of typing "Have you fucking *seen* this shit?" which was pretty much what I was thinking,... Continue Reading →
Coffee vs estate agents
A while ago, at a friend's dinner party, a chap called Duncan Rowe uttered the memorable words "I firmly believe that, if your job title ends in 'agent' but doesn't start with 'secret', you're a cunt". We laughed, I added to my Facebook quotes page the day after, and many more friends have agreed with... Continue Reading →