This is what it looks like when I’ve had enough. I am tired of the hatred and intolerance perpetrated by certain members of the Christian community about the widespread prevalence of people saying ‘Happy Holidays’ instead of ‘Merry Christmas’. WHAT? Last year there was a long-winded status floating around Facebook that pretty much blamed the immigrant communities for the rise…
…but it’s nice sometimes. My boyfriend reacted with anger today at something someone said to me. I’ve rarely seen him angry, but this was one of the rare moments. Without thinking about it, he rose to my defence. I didn’t mind. It’s not that I can’t speak up for myself. It’s not like I can’t save myself. It’s not like…
What, another post, and so soon? Well, yes. I haven’t been blogging in a couple of weeks and I have some catching up to do. I read an interesting post by the friend of a friend about body hair. In other words, a woman’s body hair. In other other words, this is THAT post about body hair. You know, the…
I’m _exhausted_. I don’t just mean that I’m tired; it’s not the sort of tired you feel at the end of the day when you’ve had full and busy and looked up at the clock and realised that it wasn’t even noon yet. I’m _exhausted_. I’m worn out, on almost every level. I just feel completely depleted and I need…
I’d be happy to have one child. I think everyone who reads this blog has sort of realised that by now. One child to call me mum. I’m also not sure how I’d react to anyone telling me to ‘have more babies’. Yet, I see that sort of thing all the time. Recently, a friend’s birth announcement announcing the birth…