Sell Me Something! (I’m a Sucker Now. I’ll Buy It).
I don’t mean to brag, OK, but I know my way around the internet. Although I’m a Gen Xer, I was born right at the tail end of that slot (you know the one! It was the part of the generation where there was a dotcom bust just as we...
The Madonna-Whore Dichotomy is Still Real – and I’m So Over It
When I cheated on my husband, I also cheated on my family. I treated those blameless, beloved people extremely badly, either overtly or by negligent and selfish default. I have never hidden from that at all. The fact that I was given any chance at all to repair these relationships...
Why I’m Relying on Wim Hof For Fewer Hangovers
Have you heard about Wim Hof, the Ice Man? The one who ran up Mount Kilimanjaro in only a pair of shorts and who once swam underneath sheet ice for a distance of 66 metres? I hadn’t, until I read a recent interview with him in the Sunday Times. I’ll...
I Said I’d Age Gracefully…But
I was nine years old when I read about facelifts for the first time in a Reader’s Digest “Big Book of Everything”. The accompanying photo was a gory close-up of the surgery in progress but there was also a before-and-after shot of Molly Parkin, who’d had a full facelift and admitted...
Why do happily married women cheat? Why did I do it?
The more I thought about the kind of hot, bewildering insanity that encompassed me when I became embroiled with X, the more I could not understand it. Even as the months progressed and I moved further away from it, I was obsessed with what I had done and what...