Single Women: A Menagerie of Shitty Dads

It is the fault of men that today’s women is so, so single. It is not only the fault of single men (on which I have a lot to say about at another time) but it the fault of shitty dads all over the world who don’t actively ‘dad’ as the kids might verbanise. What we have are women who are afraid of men, women who don’t understand men and women who hate men. Continue reading Single Women: A Menagerie of Shitty Dads

I lived with a girl who wanted to wear my skin and three other stories about my flatmates

Tupperware Mary

I moved into my first flat when I was twenty with an affable, nerdy and completely unattractive British accountant who had just sensibly invested his money into a house in the burbs of Auckland. It was me, him and an overweight girl called Cindy who would say things to me like, “You’re welcome to borrow my clothes, we look around the same size” and, “It’s Friday night, aren’t you going out?” as she left with her boyfriend. There was also the memorable time that she woke me up by smooshing her face right into mine and yelling, “Is this pink eye?” Continue reading I lived with a girl who wanted to wear my skin and three other stories about my flatmates