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
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 Wikipedia the world’s fountain of knowledge had to tell me my ex-boyfriend’s birthdate today. I wanted to wish him a happy 29th or 30th, I also needed to check which it was. Things blur quickly with change. I try to end relationships on good terms, often boiling down to an annual birthday well wish. Scrolling through the brief bio section I got what … Continue reading THE NEW VERSION
Anna Bradley-Smith In five hours I’m going to be in the same room as a man I’ve turned in to a God and I have no fucking idea what to wear. I’ve given up even thinking about what I would say if I got the chance. How do you mentally prepare for being close to someone who you listen to daily, maybe within reach. Someone … Continue reading WHAT’S A GOON TO A GOBLIN?
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
Oh to be on South Beach. To watch the crowds, feel the music pumping from every bar down Ocean Drive. To see the skin and smell the margaritas. Oh to arrive at a hostel find a small café, a bar by the pool, loungers and palm trees galore. Oh to be in Miami. To have the sand stuck in the cracks and creases, to duck … Continue reading ODE TO MIAMI
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