The Queer Art of Failing Better is Laurie Penny’s latest take on millennial culture, where she unpacks the good, the bad, the questionable and the queer in the Netflix show Continue Reading →
Someone I was speaking to recently described themselves as “allergic to mindfulness” – And I thought god yes, me too. But I was wrong.
I don’t usually watch Shortland Street, but last night I tuned in about halfway through. In the closing scene, a woman is collecting some takeaway food. The male server offers Continue Reading →
Except I do, of course. And I bought this one because of three things: the title, the cover, and the recommendation. I didn’t know anything about it.
Every day, nine people are diagnosed with breast cancer in New Zealand. Pink Ribbon Breakfasts are held every May to raise money for vital research.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it until my last breath. Lord give me the confidence of a mediocre white man.
I’ve had more than one friend tell me they’re afraid of feminism. Not just that – they’re afraid of feminists. They’re afraid of “doing feminism wrong,” and I understand that. Continue Reading →
It’s a question I ponder often, because obviously I’m a raging misandrist. But Naomi Alderman has done so much more than ponder in her latest novel, The Power, which I Continue Reading →
“Being told that, categorically, he knows what he’s talking about and she doesn’t… perpetuates the ugliness of this world and holds back its light.”
The romance genre exists on a few ridiculous tropes, that actually normalise and perpetuate harmful behaviours. Fifty Shades is only the start of the story.