Category: Adulthood

A truthful account of the first time I used a cup. “Don’t panic,” I said to myself. “There’s nothing to panic about.” It was just a 6 cm silicone cup trapped all up in my lady parts. I was lucky this had been a trial run. I had decided to try a menstrual cup after […]

Clubs are playgrounds for adults? No, PLAYGROUNDS are playgrounds for adults. The most fun I’ve had in ages was an alcohol free romp in a children’s playground. I love this kind of fun. It’s free. Why am I not constantly running around screaming loudly whilst being chased by my adult friends? Maybe because embracing your inner child in […]

I give up. Let someone else pick the next dysfunctional man I date.  Just don’t let that someone be my parents. After a conversation on the dire state of my love life, my friend Jess suggested letting my friends introduce me to nice single men they knew. Now, coming from an Indian family I am no stranger to the idea […]

The hunt for digs is on. What fresh hell will I discover this time round. I hate flat hunting. It’s a reminder that you can put a price on freedom and it’s somewhere between  £600 and £800 pcm. It’s a small price to pay for sanity I suppose. That’s only if this group of flatmates doesn’t drive me […]

Why have some people got their panties in a bunch about loving Pokemon Go? As a Pokemon fan from way back, nothing has made me happier than the chance to update my pokedex, get out there and meet other like minded nerds. We’re adorable. Think of us like asexual doggers, wandering around parks and scenic routes,looking for invisible […]

Unemployment, my old friend… I think that my job search has managed to go from bad to worse, today being the biggest disappointment since finding out Ben Kingsley wasn’t (and then was) Indian. It was a confusing childhood rife with misinformation. I blame Gandhi myself. I went for a job today, expecting to sell myself […]

Period, period, period, period, period. Are you comfortable with it yet? When I was 17 years old I tried to send my brother to the local pharmacy because I needed tampons. Before he could step out of the door I could hear a mumbled conversation and then a resounding WHAT, before he was loudly told […]