(Response to this article by Samantha Brick in The Daily Mail, 03 April 2012, in which Brick claims that “women hate beautiful women”.)
I’m gonna massively mess with your mind right now: I’m not gonna tell you what I look like. I’m not gonna say what my ethnicity is, my hair or eye colour, my height, weight, shoe size: Nothing. I’m also not going to give my opinion of your looks. All we need to know about each other is that we are both women, and one of us wrote an article that made me want to peel all my skin off (Hint: That was you). Continue reading
(Published at Bon Vivant on 15 March 2012)
Dudes, I just wanna say, super massive big-up props for the whole “gays are lesser beings, let’s not pretend they’re equals” thing. I mean, one minute it’s asking for gay sex ed in the classroom, then marriage, then they’ll be wanting to sit at the table at dinnertime like they’re people.
Dear Clothes That Live At The Bottom Of My Washing Basket,
It’s not you, it’s me. You were lovely! I bought you, wore you that one time… Remember the wearing time? Oh, what fun we had. But you’re hand-wash only, so I put you in the basket and let’s face it: All the good intentions in the world aren’t going to get you out of there. I’m sorry. You deserve better.