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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Content note: self-harm, eating disorders, suicide, hospitalisation.
It was the best of times; it was the clinically depressed of times.
Mental illness can fracture friendships. Friends may struggle to find the right words to say. They may feel helpless or frustrated. This week is a celebration of friendship blossoming through mental illness. Too often, those with mental health problems are imagined as isolated figures, head in their hands as they sit alone.
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The friend zone isn’t real. You can’t jump on the number 18 bus, ride six stops to the friend zone and buy yourself a KFC Zinger meal. The friend zone is a fairytale and KFC has run out of chicken. Welcome to the world, baby. For the benefit of those without Google and my wide-eyed mother, I’ll quickly describe the friend zone.
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