Halleloo, it's back, bitches! Much like Shangela popping out of her now-infamous box at the start of Season 3, RuPaul's Drag Race is back on our TV screens even sooner than any of us could've anticipated. Believe it or not, All Stars 4 is the third season of Drag Race to have premiered this year - I … Continue reading The Weekly Ru-View – RuPaul’s Drag Race: All Stars 4 Episode 1 (AKA ‘A Masterclass in How Not To Brand’)
Fun fact about me: RuPaul's Drag Race makes up roughly 70% of my will to live. Like a rainbow breaking through a gang of grey clouds cluttering up a wintry sky, the announcement of Rupaul's Drag Race: All Stars 4 bursts through the Trump tweets, the Brexit chatter and the corrosive cultural climate to give … Continue reading RuPaul’s Drag Race: All Stars 4 – Cast Announcement and Predictions
In the fast-paced age of social media, a new cliche is formed every five minutes. Okay, that might not be an official statistic, but that's certainly how it feels; viral tweets come and go, as do their plagiarised counterparts, and new stereotypes frequently emerge (see for reference: Fiat 500 Twitter, 'Pick Me' Twitter) to be … Continue reading Learning the Meaning of “Focusing on Myself” (& Other Such Platitudes)
I'm throwing it out there: I love sex. Honestly, truly, I really do. I'm not ashamed of this fact; I love making my sexual partner feel good, I love learning new things about my body and mind every time I get down and dirty, I love burning off the calories from that pre-sex red wine … Continue reading On the male orgasm and when sex “ends”.
September is a strange, slightly sad month. It's a month that's all about change: summer transitions into autumn, a brand new academic year kicks off and even nature itself takes on a whole new form in response to the changing seasons. For some - myself included - it's also a month that involves stocking up … Continue reading My Best Budget Beauty Buys
When I was young girl, the idea of keeping a journal seemed both glamorous and gauche to me. On the one hand, you visualise a Sylvia Plath-type lamenting her own saccharine sadness and pouring her very soul into the pages of a leather-bound book, interrupting the flow of her prose only to take a sip … Continue reading Documenting my 20s, or something like that