As news broke that the former head of journalism at one of New Zealand’s largest universities had been sentenced for a horrific case of indecent assault on an 82-year-old stroke victim in a rest home, messages were flying between journalists who had been through his course. Anna and I did Massey’s Postgraduate Diploma of Journalism with Grant in 2014, and were critical at the time … Continue reading TRUST YOUR GUT: WHAT CAN WE LEARN FROM NEWS OF DISGRACED JOURNALISM LECTURER GRANT HANNIS?
I was flaking. Not just from my scalp, but from my ears, the sides of my nose, my eyebrows. When I scratched at the incessant tickle around my hairline an off-white mist would drift to my chest, the dead skin getting caught in the fibers of my black, cashmere top. Something you stop wearing when you’re trying to hide your persistent eczema problem. “Do you … Continue reading I WAS ITCHY NOW I’M NOT: HOW NEW ECZEMA RESEARCH CHANGED MY LIFE
I never wanted a dog. I wanted some good sleeping pills. But when a surprise present turned out to be Basil the French Bulldog, I adjusted. Continue reading I WANTED A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP. INSTEAD I GOT A DOG.
This year, Instagram officially changed its policies to allow uncensored images and videos of childbirth on its platform. Before that, I had seen more giraffes give birth than humans. Continue reading INSTAGRAM NOW ALLOWS GRAPHIC, UNCENSORED BIRTH IMAGES, THANKS TO ONE MOM’S PETITION
I had never had an issue with chilies until one night, making dinner for a friend, I got excruciating burns from handling jalapeños. Continue reading ‘JALAPEÑO HANDS’ IS A THING AND IT GOT ME GOOD
“At first when you acted jealous, honestly I thought you were kidding,” I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the question. Or at that the fact I’d asked my ex-boyfriend to answer it. But it’s always in hindsight that you realize how hilarious situations were; how pathetic or dramatic you were being. This was certainly the case for me. As we know, two’s … Continue reading THREE’S A CROWD, SHE’S A CAT
Don’t get mad, get even, so the saying goes. But for London feminist collective The Ugly Girls Club it is more than that: they want to get ugly. Continue reading UGLY AND PROUD: THE WOMEN’S COLLECTIVE CELEBRATING UGLINESS