Welcome back to G4RL’s collaborative posts and ‘A Tale of Two Talkers’.
Allow me to introduce my true pal, Kate. She’s an operations consultant by day and a YouTube personality by night. You can find her over on Instagram, where she serves raw emotional honesty and elevates the colour yellow to gorgeous new heights.
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I have green eyes. In some lights, they look blue. An ex-boyfriend once said he’d “never seen such depth of colour”. I store this compliment on a brief listed titled Nice Things Men Have Said.
I’ve been a green-eyed monster. In the second of the Big Scary Word series, we’re talking about jealousy. One emotion: three questions. Find out more about the girl behind G4RL. Allow me to confess to my past sins. Let me explain how I overcame jealousy and blossomed into a blue-eyed babe.
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All the single ladies (now put your developed sense of self-worth up!)
Welcome back to G4RL’s collaborative posts and ‘A Tale of Two Gals’. Allow me to introduce my true pal, Sophie. She’s an arts marketer and the UK Vice-Chair of the Society of Young Publishers. You can find her over on Twitter, where she supports aspiring publishing professionals and makes more than a few wise cracks.
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Birds do it, bees do it. Even educated fleas do it. Let’s do it. Let’s move in together to secure greater financial freedom in a housing market crisis. Moving in with your partner can be a joyous step in an intimate relationship. It can also be a terrible mistake. So how do you know which way the rental cookie will crumble? Lucky I’m here, eh?
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I don’t write this blog alone in a darkened room. Instead, I alienate strangers at parties by asking them over cheese straws whether they feel lonely. Loneliness is a common human experience. It’s big in the ‘25-35 London house parties’ demographic. You voted on Twitter for the first topic in the ‘Big Scary Word’ series. Loneliness won by a landslide otherwise reserved for Russian presidents.
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I didn’t start having good sex until my early twenties. I lost my virginity at sixteen, complying with government legislation on the matter. I’d wrongly been led to believe that if I consensually did the sex before my sweet sixteenth, a police squad accompanied by a Channel 4 film crew would burst through my door. I’d be behind bars, watching myself star in the fictional documentary “Britain’s Teens: Young, Dumb and Full of Cum”, probably narrated by Dr Christian Jessen.
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