“Phub” this!

The term “phubbing” needs to die.   It’s a portmanteau of the words “phone” and “snubbing”, used to describe the act of blatantly ignoring a person you’re physically with in favour of your mobile phone. “Phubbing” sounds kind of dopey, and that to me is where the danger lies. While terms like “mansplaining”(man + explaining)... Continue Reading →

Shy, not boring

Quiet people used to get a bad rep, but no longer. The rise of social media and digitally mediated communication tools has brought introversion to the fore. What once was a character flaw is now a celebrated personality trait, a shift perhaps propelled by introverts themselves finally emboldened by these new faceless platforms to speak up.... Continue Reading →

Can a dose of Insta-zen do any real good?

Instagram is one of the greatest contributors to my yoga anxiety. Yogini influencers deal heavy blows to my self-esteem (yes, we already know I have issues). I generally avoid social media to protect my mental health. While a lot of research suggests that social media can be harmful, there are also studies that are more... Continue Reading →

How not to give a compliment

"Show me that gorgeous smile."   Look, I know I'm not hideous. But as a woman who is neither particularly handsome nor well put-together, I don't get a lot of remarks on my physical appearance (save for the daily affirmation I get from my eternally supportive team at work, God bless them and their compulsions to... Continue Reading →

Happenstance

Every year, Nat receives countless well wishes on his birthday, March 23. That is, up until 2015, when his personal milestone was eclipsed by a national tragedy - the death of a founding father. "Why did Lee Kuan Yew have to die on my birthday?" The question is rhetorical, of course, and I don't know... Continue Reading →

Between us, let’s just be honest.

"Babe help I fucked up" reads a little box that pops up at the bottom right corner of my desktop screen. It's late morning and the office is quiet. I open the Telegram message. "I fucked up so bad." What happened babe??? "I cheated." Are you okay?? "I cheated. He found out." "I don't know what... Continue Reading →

Cornelia

Cornelia, was a friend of mine I've never met her but her eyes were always kind She could put gravity on hold and catch lightning in the old, wooden beams of Southern churches She found horror and then Hopper borrowed something sinister and something kind but not before looking for God in the pavement.

Do you buy it?

I'm standing in my underwear in front of a full-length mirror in a stranger's home, surrounded by racks of boho dresses, printed rompers and lace crop tops. "Hun, have you got something on?" comes a voice from the backyard. "One minute!" I call from inside the house as I peel a dark midi dress off its hanger and... Continue Reading →

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