Asking for something, whatever that something may be, may make you feel like a naughty child at a tea party demanding chocolate biscuits (rookie mistake.
My life falls apart on a regular basis. Sometimes, it only really constitutes a minor crisis (yesterday all four of my avocados ripened unexpectedly, like they were plotting a collective coup d’état, so I had to make emergency guacamole at 10.30pm).
Our world is filled with discourse- everyone is sharing their personal message, screaming out their thoughts and feelings over social media (with a fervour that is slightly unsettling) , and communicating in every single environment imaginable (I have seen couples who were both on their phones during a date, so if that isn’t proof enough of this problem then I’m a chicken).
Yes, your lunchbox can reveal a surprising amount of information about your personal life.
The digital diet is your solo trip to Italy when an awful flatmate becomes unbearable. It is your escape to a quiet lake-side picnic when all the city has to offer is a sub-standard bagel with hard cheese.
Mixing friends and business is a bit like adventurous cooking. You start out thinking “I really like cheese. I really like grapes.
To-Do lists are the life-savers of our generation, they promise us the world and more. But what's the real story?
The unfurling existence of what is commonly referred to as "a slasher".
What exactly are we all so busy doing?
Comparison is like that itchy mohair sweater your grandma gave you (or if you were really lucky, knitted you) all those christmases ago.