Every day I log onto Twitter dot com (or X, as it’s now called) and am overcome with the urge to smash my head through a window. A long time…
(Anti)social Media and the Unusable Internet
This Ain’t a Coming of Age Anymore
Every few months I read through my old diaries, sitting on the floor surrounded by stacks of mismatched notebooks. My past self was a faithful keeper of her archive. I…
All the Ghosts of Glasgow
I didn’t relate to Meredith Grey until the 400th episode of Grey’s Anatomy. The season 18 finale ends with Dr Bailey handing Meredith the keys to the Chief of Surgery’s…
Living For The Hope Of It All
Aging gracefully isn’t a luxury afforded to the young. It’s reserved for the moment you finally stop dyeing your grey hairs, when you switch from shopping in New Look to…
Who I Write For Now
After many months, I finally convinced my sister to watch Fleabag. Naturally, this meant I had to rewatch it, to keep up with her commentary. As I watched the final…
When Is It Time To Stop Mourning Your Pre-Pandemic Life?
How do you know when it’s time to stop mourning your pre-pandemic life? If you’ve unearthed the answer to this conundrum, by all means let me know. I have yet…
What Film Studies Taught Me About Feminism
I am always the first person to joke that I have not used my Film & TV Studies degree at all since graduating. I ran into the arms of East…
Redefining Attention as a Writer
Recently I had this radical writerly realisation: I have nothing to say. Since discovering that my life is infinitely more peaceful when I don’t write about my feelings and experiences…
Whose Main Character Am I Anyway?
“Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy How it was supposed…
Love Story
My life is a Reductress headline: Theatre Kid Now Data Entry Grownup. I have come of age, I have lived out the intoxicating, dramatic years of my life, and now…