Look I haven’t been to yoga for a week so you’ll have to excuse me, alright? My zen has done a runner. I’m so jacked up on fury right now. Unfortunately, now that you’re here, you’re going to feel the full force of it. You and that almond croissant anyway. I’ve quit trying to stick to my self-enforced two-cups-a-day rule. Now I drink my caffeine by the bucket. And so that I can refill at any time of day I keep our kettle on a rolling boil, which – coincidentally – perfectly describes my mood.
Ok, let me disclose upfront that I am biased on both counts here. There are two change.org petitions running at the moment that I’ve signed. The first, the #nomorepage3 campaign, has 194,796 signatures at the time of writing. The second, the petition to ‘Remove the Anti-Homeless Spikes’ has garnered 127,852. The first started two years ago, the latter just a week ago. I’m biased because I work … Continue reading Anti-homeless spikes and #nomorepage3 likes
The other day I explained feminism to my little sister, who mistakenly thought that it was the belief that ‘women are and should be treated as better than men’. I told her that I felt it was something like this: the belief that men and women are and should be treated as potential intellectual and social equals. ‘Oh’, she said. ‘Why’s it called feminism then? … Continue reading Seriously: they’re just breasts