Tagged with judgement

No, I really don’t need to know

No, I really don’t need to know

I’m sitting on a sold out train from London to Norwich, and all I can hear are three things: the group of guys next to me debating the merits of various smartphones a kid screaming until it nearly vomits (oh wait – it just did) the kid’s mum Here are the various things I have … Continue reading

Why aren’t you angry?

Why aren’t you angry?

I don’t often have the luxury of listening to morning radio, being a public transport commuter in London, but while zooming around on Melbourne’s lovely straight roads last week for work, I managed to get an earful of a this segment. A DJ, Hughesy, was basically outraged that his colleague, Tim, had posted a picture … Continue reading

Don’t judge me by the length of my skirt

Don’t judge me by the length of my skirt

Sometimes, I take fashion advice from my other half. This is a bad idea because: (a)  it will usually involve high heels that will have my feet screaming bloody murder by the end of the day, (b)  it’s often ludicrously tight, and (c)   I have to spend the rest of the day tugging my skirt … Continue reading