Ever wondered what your body would be able to do if you surrendered yourself to the modern yoga craze? I did. More than once. Almost every time I attempt the splits, in fact. But then I remind myself that I am not quite so hipster yet…
Until I signed up for a full month of daily yoga practices. Now I will be practising every day for the next 30 days. Except on Sundays. And on full/new moon days, because obviously it would be ludicrous to practice when the moon is in a specific shape.
A few months ago I officially pronounced myself a minimalist. I donated most of my clothes, threw out all my high school love letters and dragged nearly my entire paperback collection to the local library. I was starting anew. Or wasn’t I? Was I giving up my hectic lifestyle to embrace simplicity and inner calm, or was I just de-cluttering my room?
Since then I have continuously reduced my possessions. I hardly buy anything other than food these days. The only clothes I spend money on are workout hoodies and socks. I turn down gifts or re-direct them instantly. I haven’t left the house to see a play or a movie in months. And yet my overall consumption hasn’t changed much.
I’ve been in this ‘fuck buddies’ relationship for a couple of months now and it’s great. The sex is getting better and better, our communication during and after is improving, and we have discovered enough shared interests to chat merrily about between sets.
The only trouble is, he’s my only source of sex right now.
I used to feel dirty just thinking about it. The mere sound of the word would cause my blood to boil and my face to light up like a traffic light. I would evade the questions, fake nonchalance and finally, when I could take no more, admit to having very limited interest in the topic. It was easier that way, safer. And it guaranteed me the element of surprise. Because what woman doesn’t like to bring the good news in person? (more…)
These days everyone is complaining that the Internet knows them better than their own parents. Every website we visit kindly informs us that they are storing cookies on our computer whether we like it or not and we have to accept it, or just leave. For our generation, this main point has always been true: we have always been more open online than we could ever be with our parents. And for the longest time this was not an issue. So why did we suddenly become so self-conscious? And yes, I get all the hype about security breaches, stolen private information and the hackers who know your credit card number. But let’s be honest: how many of you have actually been the victims of online identity theft? How many friends and family members you have who have experienced it?