You can do better than mediocrity.
“imagine having the confidence of…”
Faceless does not mean AI
The purpose of this article is only to tell you I'm not a robot, but it's maybe made me feel worse? I write this on behalf of my secretive account, to let you know I am not AI and do not use AI for so much as prompts or punch-ups for articles. If anything, my... Continue Reading →
Library Fashion
Or, If I'm Staring At You It's Because I Want To Be Friends Did anybody tell you, when you were young, that 'it's not a fashion parade'? I see you. I see you and your meticulous eye for detail, your desire to live the fantasy version of yourself. Because yes - yes it is a... Continue Reading →
How to be an It Girl
What, like it's hard? Everyone glamorous is pretending. For sure. It's easy to look good if everyone wants you to: when the designer fits the dress to you, when somebody is paid to make sure your shoes match your look, when the photographs of you will sell, then it becomes an industry to get you... Continue Reading →
Girl Dinner with Late Romantic
A recipe that isn't a recipe. It’s the moments we are alone that we truly decide who we are. When my husband went away this week, I found myself living just as quietly as I do when he’s here: I listened to music, I cooked my favourite lazy food, and I went to bed early.... Continue Reading →
The Books I’m Reading in 2026
10 books on my TBR
I don’t care about canon.
Or: Fanfic in opposition to auteurship.
10k Hours as a Value System
According to (perhaps a misunderstanding of) K. Anders Ericsson[1], it takes 10000 hours to become a master at something. 10,000 hours is a long time: 5 years at 40 hours per week (the average workload), or over a year without a break or rest of any kind. That takes tenacity, it takes commitment… but it... Continue Reading →
Sell Me Up The River
The difference between this kind of backstabbing and other ways of being exploited.
Pumpkin Spice Season
Who among us does not love the syrupy, seasonally bound gloop? Whether it's the messy crème egg, the cranberry sauce which belongs only on the Christmas table, or the much hyped, much maligned PSL. I am a great fan of the pumpkin spiced latte: I love pumpkin, I love spice, I love autumn-winter, I love... Continue Reading →
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