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…
It came up in the livestream the other night and half the comments were the usual soft, Instagram-friendly bollocks. “Just focus on yourself.” “Time heals all wounds.” “Journal and go to therapy.” Lovely. Really helpful when you’re lying in bed at 3 a.m. wondering why you weren’t enough and whether he’s already shagging someone else….
Sunday afternoon, and I nearly forgot. So I said I would have my poke back at my good pal Lisa but I wanted to do it in a way that was genuine. I didn’t want to do it how she did, taking my work apart. I wanted something better, the chef’s kiss of takedowns that…
I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way a lot of men started treating “I’m a nice guy” like it was some kind of rare and impressive personality trait. Like they’d unlocked a secret level of human decency that the rest of us are still struggling to reach. They say it with…
I was in Tesco last Tuesday grabbing emergency oat milk when it hit me. Not a hot flush. Not yet. Just this stupid, nagging thought that would not leave me alone. I am 30. My periods are still regular enough that I can plan a night out around them. My brain still works most days,…