This subject has come up lately, mostly from people attacking me for my views on it in my livestreams, and one of my friends approached me yesterday, which I’ll get into. Let me try it from an angle that doesn’t come from my perceptive. Where it’s not me hitting on some guy. I got…
The Favourite Accusation Every few months the same complaint comes around again. Feminism ruined dating. Women are too demanding. No one wants to settle down any more. Men are lost and women are impossible. The tone is always the same: something precious has been broken and the blame sits firmly with women who decided…
I was sat on my sofa last Tuesday with my third oat-milk flat white of the day, vape in one hand, phone in the other, when The Coven group chat exploded. One of the girls had just come back from a date. Proper nice bloke, she said. Held the door, asked about her job, even…
I got the call on Sunday morning. My mum’s voice was steady, the way it always gets when she’s holding everything together for everyone else. She told me straight, no softening it: my dad had taken his own life on Saturday night. Just like that. No warning, no long explanation, just the plain fact…
It’s Sunday, Lunchtime, and I can mum’s roast cooking. I heard the number on the radio while sitting in the Tesco car park, engine off, the last of a flat white going cold. Some official lot had put out a forecast. The average woman born in the late nineties or early two-thousands will not…