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Day 10: What’s it all about, eh?

11:59 am: Today I am firmly assailed by the light, whimsical wondering of what this thing of life and living is all about. I've popped out of a work document I'm editing entitled "Climate Innovation" where I've just written a sentence that uses terms like "capital markets", "social impact investment", digital technologies for massive development… Continue reading Day 10: What’s it all about, eh?

Day 9: Putting on mascara now constitutes a task on my to-do list

I always imagined that if I was cast away on a desert island, I would relish being away from the misogynistic undertones of mascara. Coveting a voluminous fan of long eyelashes - while a functional and beneficial accessory on a windswept and sandy isle - I know is a latent hangover from patriarchy of the… Continue reading Day 9: Putting on mascara now constitutes a task on my to-do list

Day 6: Thursdays are for solo candlelit dinners and flirtations with classical music

Allow me to set the scene. I don't believe I've done that before. What a terrible narrator I am. It is 20:51, I sit alone at my desk in the activewear I've been wearing since what feels like 2003 but is really just whatever day I arrived home, hungover - god, remember hangovers?! - to… Continue reading Day 6: Thursdays are for solo candlelit dinners and flirtations with classical music

A Drop in the Ocean: Changing the Habits of a Lifetime, One Toothbrush at a Time

From the March issue of The Gloss Such is my despair at the escalating climate crisis that even the simplest of tasks have become existential undertakings. A grocery shop now finds me quivering in a supermarket aisle, terrified of picking up, guilted into putting down item after item while phrases like ‘single-use plastic’, ‘carbon footprint’,… Continue reading A Drop in the Ocean: Changing the Habits of a Lifetime, One Toothbrush at a Time

Day 8: The Day I Shall be Born Again and/or Lethargy Though

Hello, old friend. This is the past, writing the future. ...This is the sentence I find awaiting me in my drafts. I have no recollection of writing it or the completely paradoxical title which clearly I did at some stage in the past 48 hours. However, I believe the basic gist is this: This Sunday… Continue reading Day 8: The Day I Shall be Born Again and/or Lethargy Though

Day 7: Self-Care is not a euphemism for hair removal.

The truth is I've been trying to write this for five minutes but a piece of toenail got stuck in my keyboard. I tried to get it out but in so doing instead aided it in its escape from my newly-manicured fingers so that now its rump is lodged under the '@' key - which,… Continue reading Day 7: Self-Care is not a euphemism for hair removal.