Back in the Emotional Support Saddle Again
Once again, I am back in the saddle of playing emotional support person for my good friend X. Will he never learn?
It’s Swimsuitphobia Season!
A floss bikini in a celebrity style column sent me straight back to the mustard yellow pageant humiliation of 1983. My relationship with swimsuits has always been complicated.
I Hate You More – Meeting the Female Mr Horrible
She's controlling, isolating, threatened by everyone, needs alcohol to socialise, and has no friends of her own. Sound familiar? Meet the female mr horrible.
Sex Sex Sex – a MasterClass in Getting None
I don't for one second feel like I am living vicariously through my friends. I just feel bad that I can't reciprocate in the sex story telling, unless I revisit my ancient sexual history. How long has it been?
I Will Not Dumb Myself Down
On refusing to let anyone - my mother, the ex, anyone - treat me like I don't know my own mind. A zero-tolerance policy.
