Going blind every time you drain a boiling pan of pasta, because it steams up your glasses real bad.
First world babies are eating this planet like termites.
¿cuántas mujeres llegarán a la conclusión, suspirando, de que no pueden ser feministas porque tienen una señora de la limpieza? Pero, por supuesto, al contratar una ayuda doméstica, ninguna mujer está...
When young people are cynical, and snarky, they shoot down their own future. When you keep saying No, all that's left is what other people said Yes to before you were born. Really, No is no choice at...
THERE ARE MEN OUT THERE HAVING SEX WITH BICYCLES. Men don’t remotely care if you’re wearing sexy underpants or not.
Shut up, Ed—the world below us has turned into a map. A real map! The woods look like the Woodland: Deciduous markings of Ordnance Survey. It is just as they drew it! Who knew! Who knew you could put...
Personalmente, encuentro absurda la idea de que las mujeres «adoran» ir de compras; casi todas las que conozco tienen ganas de llorar después de pasarse cuarenta y cinco minutos recorriendo las tienda...
Personally, I feel the time has come for women to introduce their own Zero Tolerance policy on the Broken Window issues in our lives - I want a Zero Tolerance policy on All the Patriarchal Bullshit.
People with no upper-body strength, who read poetry. These are my people.
Or perhaps we should just junk the whole idea of gettingmarried in the first place. I’m generally against anything whereyou’re supposed to change your name. When else do you getnamed something else? O...
Kun kyynisyydestä tulee oletuskieli, leikkisyys ja kekseliäisyys katoavat. Kyynisyys jynssää kulttuurin kuin kloori, se pyyhkii pois miljoonia pieniä, orastavia ideoita. Kyynisyyden vastaus kaikkeen o...
It’s exhausting being cynical. You are trying to be an immovable, angry rock in the middle of a stream. But the stream will not move. It is you that will be worn down to dull silt.
In the street below, a posh-looking drunk man is reading the card of a prostitute, Blue-Tacked up by a doorbell. He’s examining it with all the forensic care I presume he puts into reading a wine list...
If you would feel comfortable going around to someone's house at the end of a long day saying, I'm just going to take my bra off, you know you are intimate friends.
I will never tell anyone when I feel bad again. I will never confide a weakness. It does not work. It makes things worse. It’s really best not to tell people when you feel bad. Growing up is about kee...
I can write, because writing—unlike choreography, architecture, or conquering kingdoms—is a thing you can do when you’re lonely and poor, and have no infrastructure, i.e., a ballet troupe or some cann...
For throughout history, you can read the stories of women who - against all the odds - got being a woman right, but ended up being compromised, unhappy, hobbled or ruined, because all around them, soc...
Because there’s a silent, shrugging, stoical acceptance of all the things in the world we can never be part of: shorts, swimming pools, strappy dresses, country walks, roller-skating, ra-ra skirts, ve...
Anger is just fear, brought to the boil. And the thing about scared people is, whenever you ask them for advice, on whatever subject, they only ever have one thing to say to you: Run.
I am eating this noise like mouthfuls of freezing, glittering fog. I am filling with it. I am using it as energy. Because what you are, as a teenager, is a small, silver, empty rocket. And you use lou...