There is a particular kind of quiet that arrives when you finally stop organising your life around men. It does not come with fireworks or a sudden declaration. It settles in slowly, like the moment you realise the background noise you had grown used to has been switched off. At first the silence feels…
Scroll through TikTok or Instagram for five minutes and you’ll see them. Perfectly lit kitchens. Women in floral dresses with flour on their cheeks, smiling like they’ve discovered the meaning of life. Kids in matching outfits running around while she pulls fresh bread out the oven. Husband walks in, tie loosened, and she greets him…
I’m sat on the rug in my Hackney flat right now, legs crossed, bare feet, bright blue nails tapping the side of my phone like they’re trying to start a fight. Cherry vape cloud hanging in the air, oat-milk flat white going cold on the floor next to me. I’ve been scrolling back through old…
Every few months the British press discovers young women again. This time the headline is that we are angry, sharply left-wing, and increasingly fed up with both mainstream parties and men in general. The tone is a mixture of concern and mild alarm, as if a new and slightly dangerous species has been spotted…
Your friends and best friends are not loyal to you. I am totally the worst for this. I will hunt down a mate’s ex the moment they split just to see if he is as good in bed as she was boasting while we were both single for five years. True story. And I…