It is a simple matter of what you will do when the chips are down, my friend.Continue reading “When The Party’s Over”
Their names are Jennifer Doudna and Emmanuelle Charpentier, for fuck’s sake.Continue reading “Women Win Prizes”
The only thing we have real control over these days is what, when and how much we eat.
That shall thus receive our full attention.
I didn’t realise until about yesterday that I have been writing this blog for three years. For me, this is a long time to hold on to any hobby. Many people asked me in the beginning what my plan for the blog was. I didn’t have any. I still don’t.Continue reading “Celebrate Good Times”
I wore heels the other day. The occasion was a lunch, and wearing heels felt right, mainly because I figured I’d be seated most of the time, but also wanted to check whether I could still walk in them. I could, and now don’t have to try again for another year or so.Continue reading “Heels, and Conservative Feminism”
So, my previous post about a consciously optimistic outlook on the world didn’t age well, huh? Exhilarated by Thursday’s Brad & Jen reunion for the Fast Times live table read I was almost ready to give 2020 a chance for the remaining odd three months. This was met with a classic “Hold my beer” -response as The News swooped over the world late Friday evening. You win, 2020. You win.Continue reading “Ruthless”