I’m the basic bitch of cryptocurrency investing and I don’t think I’m alone. Continue reading BASIC BITCH OF BITCOIN: WHY I’VE JOINED THE HORDES OF INEXPERIENCED CRYPTOCURRENCY INVESTORS
In Pickens County, Alabama more than 30 babies die with every 1000 born, the national rate is 5.9. Pickens County’s African American population is 41.6 per cent, Alabama states is 28 per cent. Statewide the infant mortality rate rose to 9.1 deaths per 1000 in 2016, the highest it’s been since 2008. The rate is twice as high for black babies than white. In a … Continue reading ALABAMA’S SPECIAL SENATE ELECTION: HOW? WHY? HELP?
When you put your butt on Instagram with no clothes on it, funny things happen. Old friends call you frantic, out of the blue, to tell you your account has been hacked. People offer unsolicited advice about how to present your ass better. You get sent dick pics (not funny but not unexpected). I’ve even had an enquiry about being booked in a music video. … Continue reading WHAT I’VE LEARNED FROM PUTTING MY ASS ON INSTAGRAM
There may not be a meaning to life, but life has to be lived with meaning – especially during this current shit show. The alternative is headlessly floating around adding to the impending explosion Anna Bradley-Smith writes. Every day I think about the ways I could be a better person. I pick up the free-range organic eggs, and then eat takeout egg fried rice. I … Continue reading THE SLOW BURN OF SOUL SELLING
Mary Baines A month ago today, I quit Instagram cold turkey. Standing outside one of the most iconic buildings in the world – the Louvre in Paris – I got lost in a throng of iPhone-wielding Instagrammers vying for the perfect shot. A rabid pack of publicity-hungry narcissists. A group of friends bickered over which photo to post. A man candidly kissed his girlfriend for … Continue reading WHY I QUIT INSTAGRAM #COLDTURKEY
How I ended up frequently FaceTiming with a random baby. Continue reading YOU USED TO CALL ME ON MY CELL PHONE, RANDOM BABY
Anna Bradley-Smith Sometimes in life things happen that you can’t explain like deja vu, covfefe and how you have one chip and the whole bag’s gone. Or how, in a moment of extreme self-doubt, I tracked down season one of the Simple Life. I was a first-time viewer having skipped the series in its heyday of the early aughties; my 12-year-old self either uninterested or … Continue reading WHEN IN DOUBT, WATCH ‘THE SIMPLE LIFE’