It’s not you New York, it’s me
Knowing how to write this without it reading as a boo-hoo me diary entry feels almost impossible, except to explicitly state that this is positively not a boo-hoo me diary entry. What it is, in fact, is an admittance that I royally fucked up my move to New York, in every way that one can fuck up uprooting their life and moving across the globe.
This is why I had to leave
I haven’t written anything properly all year. What I’ve come to realise is the writing I love the most, the writing that some people want from me, it doesn’t allow for a linear flow. It’s not free-flowing, it’s not based on briefs, or deadlines, no matter how hard the man tries to whip me. What I’ve realised, well, is that I can’t force anything down on paper that isn’t something I’m feeling in the soles of my feet to the tips of my chewed-off finger beds.
I have been slut-shamed, body-shamed and sexually coerced
We’ve all been there, well that might be an overstatement, I’ve definitely been there. Scrolling on Tinder or Bumble or another surface-level dating app to the same effect. Watching matches pile up with no real hope of a substantial relationship being the end result.
April horoscope by Hannah Crerar
April brings both sugar and spice into our life. The first few weeks we are building momentum. Expect a lot of passion, quick wit, sharp tongues and bold moves. The pace slows down at the end of the month. It is a time to land in the body, reflect and review the first third of the year.
Does falling out with friends make us problematic?
Two independent women, marrying into two different families, to two men who had grown up in the public eye at such an extent that the public felt the owned a part of them. Each coming from a royal family, literally or figuratively, about which people have curious fascinations.
A Critique On The Nature Of Dating Culture
We’ve all been there, well that might be an overstatement, I’ve definitely been there. Scrolling on Tinder or Bumble or another surface-level dating app to the same effect. Watching matches pile up with no real hope of a substantial relationship being the end result.
Why I’m still thinking about ‘Cat Person’
‘Cat Person’, written by Kristen Roupenian and published by the New Yorker, is a fictional short story that quickly and unexpectedly quickly hurricaned its way to global success. Cat Person tells the story of two people: Margot a college student, and Robbie, a man in his thirties, who fall into flirtation and ultimately end up having unsatisfying, fantasy-shattering sex
I’ve tried every online dating app, and all I’ve gotten is Thrush – Liam Sharma
I’m a single aficionado, I’m the sovereign singleton, I’m perpetually single – and ruthlessly proud. I like to measure it up to my disdain for most human beings, unwaveringly high standards, my ghost-like abilities, the gutwrenching ‘ick’ that crawls up the back of my throat like hungover acid reflux and is set off by the most effortless traits.
Your February Horoscope by Hannah Crerar
This month we have a stellium (meaning a LOT) of planets in the sign of Aquarius which is a very progressive and forward thinking sign. It likes to break free from the status quo and colour outside the lines.
What I Learned From The Armie Hammer Scandal
I really thought living through 2020 made me immune to surprises, that was until Armie Hammer was dubbed the new Hannibal Lecter.
How slow is no sex?
There is nothing more selfish than a couple freshly in love.
This is what I know about Anxiety
I’ve been wondering around the lonely halls of my mind trying to figure out how I want to start this year. 2020’s come-down was long. I felt like I broke up with a part of myself somewhere along the way when I let it all go.
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More womxn own sex toys than washing machines. But somehow, we're still struggling to bring those sexy, vibrating, pokey-pokey little suckers into conversation. Maia Hall has a chat with some experts, public figures and everyday feminists, finding that 'flicking the bean' is over five times more awkward to talk about than guys ‘cuffing the carrot’.
This is what I know about anorexia
I was standing in front of the mirror when I had the overwhelming realisation that
my body is not meant to look like anything.
My body is meant to move, to be.
When you whole-heartedly understand and accept that,
you will be set free.
Sauce’s summer reads
Every New Year’s Eve, right before the clock strikes midnight, I swiftly manoeuvre myself behind some dumpster portaloo and have a not so tactical yack to ensure I can proceed on with the festivities in tip-top shape. If I am one thing, it’s elegant, darling. It’s a tradition! I want to be as fresh as possible before I enter a new year. I mean, don’t you? My stomach is always so empty it rumbles as if there is an underground VIP mosh pit in my belly.
Liam Sharma: This is what I’ve learnt in 2020
Every New Year’s Eve, right before the clock strikes midnight, I swiftly manoeuvre myself behind some dumpster portaloo and have a not so tactical yack to ensure I can proceed on with the festivities in tip-top shape. If I am one thing, it’s elegant, darling. It’s a tradition! I want to be as fresh as possible before I enter a new year. I mean, don’t you? My stomach is always so empty it rumbles as if there is an underground VIP mosh pit in my belly.
The price of privilege - the rise and fall of Man Repeller
I can still remember the first time I ran my eyes over the iconic Man Repeller home screen.
The sparkling eyes of aspirational writers and models dressed to the nines in eccentric ensembles stared back at me, headlines were a cacophony of words and phrases I’d never heard before but felt strangely familiar and the topics they broached reeled me in instantly for all their specificity and outlandishness.
My battle with body hair: A rant
There is a famous Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres painting of a woman reclining in a harem, entitled La Grande Odalisque (1814). Her pose is elegant but seductive. She is both objectified and exoticized, and Ingres’ version of an idealised white beauty culturally appropriating the shit out of a fictional Orient.
December Horoscope by Hannah Crerar
This month is about committing to your own personal integrity and building momentum on the trajectory you have set for yourself. The wheels are in motion and you simply need to keep pedalling.
Why am I so hyper-sensitive?
I’ve had an obscenely aggressive, blistering, intermittent rash on the backs of my hands and extremities lately. It was an exhausting medical mystery case, like an episode of House playing on a loop…