Friday, May 4th, 2012
I was on the train yesterday, eavesdropping on someone’s phone conversation as I tend to do to pass the time. This particular was one that was all too familiar. ‘Don’t call him yet, it’s too soon!’ the girl said to her friend on the other end of the line. Ahh, how I don’t miss those days. My God, the dating game is hard ain’t it? All these rules. It’s so confusing for everyone involved. We meet a guy and feel the need to have this tribal council with our friends who all seem to have researched and developed these fail safe guidelines on how to keep a guy interested. We’re tying ourselves in knots here! Look ladies, it’s really not that difficult. Let’s break this thing all the way down.
Tuesday, April 10th, 2012
Love came to me unexpectedly and I guess, by some standards, at age 29, rather late, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. For me, everything had aligned perfectly over the years to lead me to this one person who’d I’d been waiting for all along (I fully understand if you all need to take a moment to puke here, I almost do myself). My early twenties were a minefield of dating disasters – each one worse than the last and I’m grateful I never took any of them too seriously. When I see young couples now, 20 years old making plans to buy houses and settle down, I can’t be the only one thinking, ‘whoa! Slow down!’, can I?
Monday, March 26th, 2012
Last week, a video emerged of N’Dubz singer Tulisa giving her then boyfriend some oral pleasure. Sex tapes are so *yawn*, but the reaction to this one bears some discussion. This seemed to have been the most talked about blow job since Bill Clinton ‘did not have sexual relations with that woman.’ It is sad that we live in a time where what happens behind closed doors can be shared publicly and on such a grand scale. Not only is it shared, it is scrutinized and judged. The main thing we learned from last week’s debacle? That fault, judgement and shame will always be laid at women’s feet. And this, amigos, is a problem.
Monday, February 27th, 2012
People, let’s talk about affairs of the heart. I mean let’s really get down to the nitty gritty of it all. Specifically, when they don’t go so well. The internet has a way of letting things live on, exposing stuff you’d much rather have kept private. Last week online, a site posted a stream of text messages a girl sent to a guy she’d dated a couple of times, wondering why he didn’t want to see her anymore. It was painful, cringeworthy reading. Clearly, the girl did herself no favours and the guy involved is most likely contemplating a restraining order. So, when things don’t quite go according to plan, how can you get out with your dignity intact?
Thursday, February 16th, 2012
You know, I like to think we’ve come a little ways as women. What with us having the vote now and everything, we’ve made some significant changes. Hark at all the opportunities we now have! Ones that our grandmothers would’ve loved to have had available to them. So when I saw Marie Claire tweet last week that women are apparently tricking rich men into having their babies, I couldn’t help but wonder, are we taking three steps forward and two steps back?
Tuesday, February 14th, 2012
Valentine’s Day is one of those days that people either love or hate. I’ve always felt that if you love someone, you shouldn’t need a special day dedicated to expressing it. But hey, with the world the way it is right now, we could do worse things than celebrate love. I’m no expert, admittedly, but through my many failed relationships (both real and imaginary), I know what love isn’t. So I thought I’d share those little nuggets with you today.
Monday, February 13th, 2012
It was the Grammy Awards last night. Chris Brown was performing. You know, he of Rihanna-beating fame? The night before the Grammys in 2009, he beat his then girlfriend Rihanna so hard she was hospitalised. He received five years probation as a sentence (clearly, those don’t count in Grammy years). This performance was billed as his big comeback. His loyal fans, mostly young girls who seem to have no issue whatsoever with the fact that he beat a girl up, tweeted their adoration and overcome by his boyish good looks, many tweeted how they’d let Chris Brown beat them. Let that sink in. THEN GET REALLY MOTHER FUGGIN’ ANGRY, BECAUSE WE SHOULD BE NOTHING SHORT OF OUTRAGED.
Tuesday, January 17th, 2012
A couple of months ago, I took my Team Bangs on the Run girls to Nike Town to have their gait analyses done and said to a friend of mine who works there ‘I’ve just brought my bitches in for you.’ Seconds after I said it, I cringed. I’m talking about a group of talented, driven, inspirational women and I referred to them as ‘bitches’. I’m sure they knew that I meant it affectionately, but I was disappointed in myself that I’d said it. Having been guilty of casually flinging that term around for years, recently it has not sat well with me. Though many feel we have ‘reclaimed’ the word, are we right to be using it?
Monday, January 9th, 2012
Last Friday, a news story swept around the internet faster than…well, faster than it would have in print. It was about a woman named Julia. Julia had met a nice chap while on holiday in Ibiza (a destination known for romance, arts, culture and the finer things in life – by all that I of course mean foam parties and getting sloshed). They shared one kiss. Julia gave him her number, he never called. Months pass and Julia, now convinced that the fella is the love of her life, thinks she may have given him the wrong number – THAT’S why he never called. So, she did what any woman who’s never heard back from a guy would do: she launched a national PR campaign to find him. Cue intense cringing.
Monday, December 5th, 2011
We hear arguments all the time that social media is not all that social at all – that it is, in fact, making us drift apart as a society. We’re becoming disengaged from ‘real life’, disconnected from people and simply chained to our computers rather than out there, living. But I wholeheartedly disagree. With the advent of social networks, blogging and the internet in general, I’ve never felt more connected to people.