SEX, LIFE AND LOVE
MOTHERHOOD CAN BE A MUTHER… I’ll be the first to admit that whenever I see that television advertisement where a mother cries a tear of joy as her perfect smiling baby strokes her face with his tiny little finger, my biological clock not only ticks – it positively erupts.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
There is a scene in the Sex and the City film where Carrie is reading the fairytale of Cinderella to Charlotte’s five year old daughter Lily. She reads the last line “and the Prince and Cinderella lived happily ever”, closes the book and says “just so you know, it doesn’t always work out like that in real life”.
LOST IN TRANSLATION
The text message has become the anti Christ of meaningful social interaction. It is making us lazy, cowardly, ambiguous communicators and has been recently threatening both my potential and existing relationships. Don’t even get me started on Facebook…
In last week’s column, I began to explore how “celebrity” allows the rest of us to dissect the pain and absurdity of the human experience at a safe and deliciously judgmental distance. The coming together and falling apart of celebrity unions is a multibillion dollar tabloid business. Is that because most of us can relate to the dreadful, stomach lurching angst of being utterly, (I-will-never-get-out-of-bed-again) heartbroken?