The biggest idiot in the room.

I'm at the KFC outlet nearest to home, ordering lunch for my brother. (I know, I am a wonderful sister.) I politely request for a two-piece chicken meal, for takeaway please. "Crispy original," says the girl at the cashier counter. "Yes," I say. "No, crispy original?" says the girl. I blink, unsure of the question. "Okay," I... Continue Reading →

Defiant/Hypersexual/Feminist.

Anyone who has had the misfortune of having to sit through to one of my tirades against the rise of the Instagram influencer might come away from the experience convinced that I am a wrinkly, unshaven Second-Wave feminist trapped in a Millennial's body. "Wow, did you hear all that bitterness in her voice?" commented one of my male... Continue Reading →

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