Monthly Archive: March 2014

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101 things I learned without my mother

101 things I learned without my mother I’m sure if my Mom was still around I’d have learned these things anyway and undoubtedly more. However, she’s not and hasn’t been for a long time. Today is European Mother’s day, and we are bombarded with images and sentiment that doesn’t apply...

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Six reasons why brunch is the best.

Blighty Coffe Blackstock Road Brunch is a thing in London. Brunch is back in my life and no one is happier about this than I am! As an American living in the UK I have whinged and whined about many things the UK lacks, mostly food related. Until fairly recently...

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#nomakeupshutthehellup

People, it’s a fucking picture. The patriarchy did not tell me to take this picture to draw attention to my breasts, nor did I feel immense pressure from my female friends to do so. I support CRUK on a monthly basis. As someone who has lost their mother to cancer...

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#nomakeupshutthehellup

People, it’s a fucking picture. The patriarchy did not tell me to take this picture to draw attention to my breasts, nor did I feel immense pressure from my female friends to do so. I support CRUK on a monthly basis. As someone who has lost their mother to cancer...

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Just shoot me.

Normally I’m not one to write about TV shows. Yes, I’ve been tempted to write about Lena Dunham’s body or Zooey Deschanel’s blow up doll persona, but so far I have refrained. I want to write about real stuff, but unfortunately in this day and age that is becoming harder,...

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Keep your eyes open

This morning my heart is heavy. Not in a way I’ve experienced before, but in a leaden way that makes it feel like there’s no room for it in my chest. Like my ribs are just toothpicks that splinter with each breath. I feel fragile today. I am waiting for...

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Why this day is bullshit

Happy International Vagina Day, everyone. On this one day, us women-folk will be free from sexual assault, our wages will increase, no one will be looking to mutilate our genitals and for just this one day we are free to be educated. This list isn’t true for all women for...

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And the award goes to…

It’s the day before my favourite night on television. A night I count down to almost as fervently as Christmas, and with twice as much anticipation. This night is filled with magical gowns and tears from speeches we all know have been well rehearsed. With congratulatory faces to the other...