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October 8, 2015 - Written by:

The Under-Experienced Over-Qualified Twenty-Something-Year-Old

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Having to do job applications when you’re on the first day of your period should be illegal. In an un-written rule sense. A universal understanding that it’s actually better for everyone if you make a soft nest, swathed in pug puppies and furry cats, hot-water bottles, slouchy clothes and an all-day run of the Gilmore Girls. (Image via) Alas, I... Read the rest of this post...

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June 3, 2015 - Written by:

‘What Shade of Brown Are You?’ and Other Questions I Wish People Would Just Ask!

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I’ve got a weird name, haven’t I? Don’t worry, it’s okay to think it – it’s quite funny. But that’s because I’m a rare type of Asian known as Parsi. I love my unusual heritage. It makes me feel special. I also like it that people want to know what it is, even if it means taking ten minutes of... Read the rest of this post...

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August 18, 2014 - Written by:

How to Lose a Girl on One Date: A First Date Story

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(This article was first published on the 7th May 2012) This is a first date story.  For about eight months (after my ex-boyfriend and I broke up) I had accessorized my upside-down-smile face with this rather elegant (metaphorical) ‘F***k OFF I am mourning the death of my last relationship – I hate men’ sign. But one very ordinary day something... Read the rest of this post...

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March 20, 2014 - Written by:

Facebook Frustration

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Traditionally, us Brits are known for our reserved natures. But, since Facebook has come into being, this ‘stiff upper lip’ seems to have gone out of the window. When did it become okay to air dirty laundry on such a public forum? (Image via) Everyone knows that 95% of your Facebook friends aren’t actually friends at all. They’re people you... Read the rest of this post...

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December 19, 2013 - Written by:

Happy Cringemas!

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Christmas is just around the corner, which inevitably means work dos, crimbo dinners and festive parties. This usually involves having to be social with some people that you know less well than others, which combined with varying amounts of mulled wine and other tipples, can lead to some awkward situations. It could range from a wardrobe malfunction to an under-the-mistletoe... Read the rest of this post...

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December 8, 2013 - Written by:

…there’s always a but.

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I’ve just started seeing someone new. He’s sweet, he’s nice, there’s none of these games that boys love to constantly play and it’s really damn easy. I’ve not once felt insecure, don’t feel the need to keep checking my phone and he even ticks all the boxes of The Potential New Boyfriend Equation. I even got references from his ex... Read the rest of this post...

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November 3, 2013 - Written by:

It Happens to the Best of Us

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So, last week I went for a swim at my local leisure centre. It’s too dark for running in my small village in the middle of Cornish UNESCO country after work unless I’m out at a reasonable hour. And quite frankly – it’s bloody cold. Anyway, I digress. The worst happened. The thing every girl in a string-tie bikini always... Read the rest of this post...

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March 31, 2013 - Written by:

Pay Phone

The other day I was kicking back drinking some herbal tea, preparing for a day of job hunting, when my phone began to ring. It was my dad. ‘Yazmin.’ He was using my unabbreviated first name. Something was up. ‘….Dad? What’s wrong? Is it grandma-’ ‘No.’ he interjected. ‘Worse. I have your phone bill here’ Oh shit. It turns out... Read the rest of this post...

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September 17, 2012 - Written by:

It Takes All Kinds to Make a World

So every summer, there is roughly three to four weeks I spend in isolation in this tiny little shed with no electricity sitting like a forlorn shetland pony peering out of the stable-like split doors at the pitiful British summer rain, squinting desperately in my shadowy cockpit, clinging to my copy of Grazia for dear life as the wind rattles... Read the rest of this post...

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