feminism

For her

Bike shopping makes me nervous. I do not like looking at all the beautiful, fiendishly cool machines that my heart yearns for but I could never afford. I do not like how the small bikes for teenagers leer at me from the edge of the store, whispering that they are probably more likely to fit my puny stunted body than the adult bikes. I do not like the mild, nagging fear that whichever bike I choose will seem fantastic in the shop but will turn out to be the completely wrong choice the moment I leave the shop and accidentally...

Is it expensive, painful and time consuming? Oh, then of course it will make you beautiful!

“Try pinning your list of beauty goals directly onto the skin of your chest so you don’t forget them.”- Grazia I suppose I had to finally bite the bullet and admit I would be writing some “women’s issues” posts after I read this article here. Although it’s something that deeply interests me, “women’s issues” (which, by the way, shall never get promoted beyond sceptical quotation marks until it stops sounding like another euphemism for menstruation) is something I have generally avoided speaking about in my blog because:1. I don’t want to be branded a militant feminist or a mouthy nag...

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