or: when did everyone suddenly get a Masters in Interior Design
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My favourite trait – whether it’s in books, people, movies, whatever – is when something is smart enough to know when it’s time to be silly. I’ve read …
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Throughout 2019, whenever I met up with anyone who I hadn’t seen in a little while and they asked me how things were going, my answer was always the sa…
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or: what I wish I'd known in 2017
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My husband’s boss, the man who has harassed the gentle man I love every day for years and has belittled our family to the extent that we live in indent…
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I hate the word ‘ally’. I hate it despite having used it. I hate it despite beaming with pleasure on the occasions a friend has used it to describe me.…
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(and also me)
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A publishers guide to the history man in your life
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or: what I wish I'd know in 2018
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We all spent too much time at shopping centres. It’s one of those nice things that unites all kids born after 1950. Unless you were born into a religio…
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Hey Garbage babies! I hope y’all are enjoying the brief podcast hiatus while I pick the dirt from under my nails and attend the gym with frightening re…
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Previously. Beyoncé The queen clutches the silver headband her sister once wore. “I was the sun,” she says, turning it over in her hands. “And she was …
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