Notes to Shelves
In a cold library – its silence occasionally disturbed by a lone cough or a floorboard creak – you turn over the last page of your book, only to be faced with an argument in the margins. According to one reader, the book is “shitty Marxist bollocks”, to which another has retorted “fuck you
In Defence of Romantic Comedies
When I watched Bridget Jones’s Diary for the first time, I definitely wasn’t its target audience. As a twelve-year-old, I didn’t exactly identify with Bridget’s madcap single-woman-in-her-thirties antics, including answering the phone to her mum with the opener “Bridget Jones: want
Not an Apology: The Real Housewives and Me
I have, in true Housewives fashion, only one thing to say to you. I regret nothing. This is no cautionary tale. I will make you see the light. Nobody plans on catching The Real Housewives fever. But after a friend showed me an episode one summer day, I got it, and I got it bad. Before […]
