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Unexpected Stuff From Strangers’ Mouths: Complicit Racism On a Visit Home
There must be something about my face. People want to talk to it. My sister’s been told she has resting bitch face, and I seem to project a benign resting Labrador face. My face and I are quite fond of minding our own business (quite unlike the aforementioned sister, who once joined a passing police…
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Can you remember a time when you last got SUPER excited?
Alright, I’m ridiculously late to the party, but I’ve been bingewatching literally EVERYTHING the VlogBrothers (Hank and John Green) make on YouTube, because I need the good feels these days and I’m also running out of steam with regard to, you know…hopes, dreams, ambition! And four minutes of one of these nutjobs ranting about something…
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A Toy Store Tantrum. Thrown By me. The Mother.
I was being a particularly petulant parent on this October morning when I threw a tantrum outside the toy store, refusing to go in when all my kid wanted to do was do a little window shopping for his birthday. In my defense I was very hangry. Also in my defense, he was lying. Window…
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Men who spit
FUCKING WHY?! Holy fucking mother of every deity that this planet can conjure up, WHY DO MEN SPIT? Trying to navigate the 5km route between my place and my ex’s, avoiding public transport because it’s all coated with Covid-19 and panic, I realised that, even if I avoid crowded places and keep my child from…
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Dating Tales: The worst, the best and the one that ended in a podcast.
I have written about divorce, parenting, and falling in love again, but I have avoided talking about dating because it can read so much like gossip if I make it personal, and it has been a sort of all-over-the-place experience over this past year and hard to adequately sum up. But a former Tinder date…
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Falling in love straight after your divorce (and lessons I have learned).
It’s clickbait, guys. But it’s also true. Argh. Love. What? Why? And more please. You know the story. The ex husband and I were horribly in love, had twelve excellent years, acquired offspring, and then discovered that we were no longer in love anymore and were left scratching our heads about what to do about…
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Touched By a Racist (or: Norway, come ON!)
My friend was eyeballs-deep in his phone when his surgeon arrived to check on his progress after his tonsil-removal surgery. The location was a small, private facility in West Oslo, surrounded upmarket department stores and chain coffee shops, while the office itself seemed a little worse-for-wear inside. Oslo seems reluctant to give up its rain…
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15 Things about Norway that will take a South African some getting used to.
During a long night of trying to cajole/threaten the child to sleep, I fell into the black hole that is the frenemy of all people with a few minutes to spare (minutes that quickly become hours I will never get back): humorous listicles. After a few months back in Oslo, I have some things that…
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LifeHack: take something simple and make it impossibly complicated in zero easy steps.
I slouched on the bus one morning about a week ago after a night of no sleep, and thought to myself: “this day is going to be kak”. I knew it the moment I stepped out of the house, and whether it was a case of self-fulfilling prophecy or not, I gave myself a sad…
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