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archives keep it real (for now)
When one is a bit of a glitching, potentially unstable version of a person, it’s handy to have access to a sort of… backup folder (forgive me) that can restore some vital data to your, er… programme (why won’t this metaphor end?) that will help stabilise or at least improve the functionality of whatever the…
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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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A Gallery of Porridge Party People
Mostly we chill, but we do spill out into the night on occasion.
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Porridge Club Saved Me
So every time I talk about Porridge Club, the mad glint in my eye, and the fact that it has a name ending in ‘Club’ makes it appear as though I’ve joined either a most wholesome or most disturbing cult. If I am quite honest, hearing my own proselytizing about it makes me occasionally wonder…
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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 childhood memory that arrived unexpectedly and didn’t leave
In the 90s: Winter. Cape Town. It is dark, very early in the morning. School holidays have begun. Rain slashes the windscreen of our old, rusted Datsun, the one with the hole in the floor that we could stick our fingers through or peer in to watch the tarred road whizz by beneath. The daily…
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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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