Much of film and TV-production has been put on hold because of the pandemic, but recently we have been absolutely spoiled with world-class entertainment, namely the gross details coming from the Depp-Heard libel suit, currently ongoing in the UK. Get your popcorn ready! This way to the Mad Hatter’s tea party!
Continue reading “Mad as a Hatter And Twice as Twisted”
– Is that you, Karen? “Sounds like karenism to me, everybody let’s attack!” And so it goes, this summer’s special soundtrack of another way of effectively shaming women into silence.
Continue reading “When Nobody’s Chill”
Personally speaking, the nineties was a good decade. As long as I’m able to see through the aggressively pencilled-in eyebrows and velvet-ribbons-as-chokers, there’s very little to complain about: I became of age, studied in Switzerland twice, grew out of grunge, moved to Scotland and figured out feminism and never looked back.
Continue reading “The Nineties Called”
It still ebbs and flows, my head, like everybody’s, it seems. Summer has officially arrived, and after a couple of successful attempts at al fresco dining and getting drunk on rosé with 3D -people I’ve almost been fooled into thinking that the past 3 months were just one weirdly long, quiet Sunday.
Continue reading “Desperately Seeking Inspiration”
Bored of your lodgings smelling like Gwyneth Paltrow’s vagina? Worry not. There’s a new scented candle in town, and it smells like Gwyneth Paltrow’s orgasm, and is conveniently called thus. A snip at $75 on Goop website, it continues the “punk rock and feminist” (her words) tradition of Paltrow selling smelly wax in the name of female empowerment.
Continue reading “Mid-Week Memo: Punk Rock and Feminist”
It happens every now and then that I read something that is an exact representation my thoughts, or translates how I feel about any given situation. Writer Olivia Laing has had this effect lately.
Continue reading “Art in an Emergency”
