WHAT I’VE LEARNED FROM PUTTING MY ASS ON INSTAGRAM: PART I

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: PART I

WHY I QUIT INSTAGRAM #COLDTURKEY

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

DROP A DOLLAR, NOT THE BALL

It’s confusing, it’s annoying, it’s outdated – ya di ya the list goes on; but it is definitely required. Tipping, my friends, is what it is. When you go anywhere in New York and anyone does something for you you pay them, and then you pay them another 20 per cent. Minimum wage is low, it’s how people make money, and people need to make … Continue reading DROP A DOLLAR, NOT THE BALL

MAKE ME AN INSTAGRAM MODEL

Jessy Edwards I’ve decided to become an Instagram model. The idea has been seeding for some time. It started with Love and Hip Hop. Half the girls on the show have successful music careers. The other have successful Instagram modeling careers. I can’t rap or sing, so at this stage my best chance of getting on the show is probably through curating a public gallery … Continue reading MAKE ME AN INSTAGRAM MODEL

MODERN LOVE: ME AND MY LEGS

Jessy Edwards I remember being very aware of the shape of my legs, even as a young girl. They were twice the thickness of my friends’. As we climbed trees lining the school field, one-by-one hoisting ourselves into the leaves, their legs – impossibly spindly to my eye – would delicately propel them up like mosquitoes on water. Meanwhile my strong, sturdy legs would boost … Continue reading MODERN LOVE: ME AND MY LEGS

FINDING A JOURNALISM JOB IN NEW YORK AIN’T EASY

It took me four months and five days to get a journalism job in New York. This isn’t an exceedingly long time to be jobless, but it is enough time to: Start to wonder if you might, in fact, be worthless to the world Make some observations about the job climate for journalists So, since I’m over the other side and again feeling like I’m on … Continue reading FINDING A JOURNALISM JOB IN NEW YORK AIN’T EASY