It’s a Sunday afternoon in January and I’m floating in a pitch black capsule of salty water.
As we sat down at a row of iPads to watch the video introduction at Auckland’s ‘Float Culture’, I won’t lie, I felt a little ridiculous. Yoga, hunting down the best artisan gelato in town, going for brunch in my active wear… ‘Is this who I’ve become?’ I wondered. Someone so removed from reality that I’m handing over a small fortune to sit in salty water for an hour? I live a ten minute walk from the sea! Continue reading “Why I spent an hour just floating”
Somehow this morning I found myself wobbling on a battered pair of 1970s roller skates like a baby deer learning to walk. How did this happen?
In the honeymoon period, the days and weeks following our wedding, colleagues have regularly been asking me how I’m enjoying married life. In truth, just after the wedding I was anxious and struggling. I had lost direction, without the move to New Zealand, the new job and home, or the wedding to focus on.
Continue reading “Skating around perfectionism”
You may have come across Jennifer Lawrence’s recent article for Lenny. In it she writes about her experience finding out (at the same time as millions around the world) that she had been paid a sizeable amount less than her male colleagues for her role in ‘American Hustle’. It turns out that gender inequality is alive and kicking in Hollywood, just as non-film-star women get paid less than their male counterparts for the same work all around the world. I’m impressed by J-Law’s maturity when she confesses, “I didn’t get mad at Sony” – the company paying her salary – “I got mad at myself. I failed as a negotiator because I gave up early.” Continue reading “Why I’m just like Jennifer Lawrence”
or Why it’s not political correctness gone mad to ban the Protein World advert. (N.B. *trigger warning*) I could write an essay about this advert. I really could. From advertising and marketing, to body image and eating disorders, to health and nutrition, to feminism, to mental health, to the sexualisation of women in society, to capitalism and consumerism, to the colour yellow. I could write pages and … Continue reading Fat Feminist Outrage
So it turns out it was all a bit of fun. The Sun, which never said it had dropped topless models on page 3, hasn’t in fact dropped topless models on page 3. Hilarious. When the first few whispers started appearing saying that it had ended, I was sceptical. I’ve spent the last year or so campaigning with No More Page 3, badgering friends, family, … Continue reading The Sun has made a boob
“I wear butt glue to keep my bikini in place when I walk…” Continue reading Miss Congeniality and the lingerie models