Whatever else you might say about it, fear is a powerful motivator. Shame – that combination of guilt, humiliation, and fear – so easy to internalise and apply in a plethora of situations, is something which can effect stunning behavioural changes in otherwise (perhaps) quite rational human beings. It has a terrible habit of sneaking…
Thanks to William Strauss and Neil Howe, my birthdate lands me with the term ‘Millennial’, dripped sneeringly from the lips of those Gen X-ers (born ’61 – ’81) for whom Gen Y (’81 – ’00) holds little standing. It’s derisive and speaks to the tension between generations (now we’ve learned to classify ourselves as such, and…
Before I knew it, I was tweeting with one of the entrants of a ‘smallest penis’ pageant! It was one of those moments which could only happen on social media. Twitter, to be precise; having shared a friend’s article about his efforts to lose weight (motivated by a desire to see his penis again, rather than…
It’s so easy to see something insightful or inspiring, and respond “TRUTH!”, as though we’re confirming an absolute, rather than sharing an opinion steeped in a lifetime of personal circumstance, culture, and outside influence. I’m wary of those words which seem too good to be true; too glib; too ‘one-size-fits-all’.
When I look in the mirror, I see…someone no longer able to call herself a ‘girl’, not really, because her skin is dry and beginning to show signs of wrinkles. Seeing that skin, harshly lit, in the mirror of a public restroom last week, showing wear and tear from living, and from neglect, prompted me to…
Dear me, Dear, oh dear, oh dearie me. Just look at the STATE of you!
Tear. You can have it both ways with this one – ‘tear’, as in the things which drown my eyes and shine tracks down my face in the lamplight; or ‘tear’, as in the portion of my heart which ripped and ripped again with each loss and each reminder. A year ago today I shared…
Acceptance may be absolutely the perfect topic this month, because there’s a new hashtag in town, calling everyone to practice radical acceptance of themselves and others as they embrace the opportunity to #BeReal.
I love being a purveyor of beauty – not just your common or garden variety beauty (I mean, sure, flowers and nature and sunset skies have their place and all…) but beauty of a calibre which can bring rich princes to their knees with keen aesthetic desire (and more) and satiate every pang of their…
I’m beginning this post defeated, knowing without a shadow of a doubt what the outcome will be: ridicule; jeering; humiliation. How can it not be? The thing I have to tell you about brings me the very deepest sense of upset and shame, and I know it will make me a laughing stock. It is…
