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Features, Love, Relationships, Travel

Three months in, he broke his leg

Today I came across a great post on Refinery29 today. It was about how the writer’s anxiety worsened when she moved in with her partner. Take a read.

I haven’t written here in a few weeks but let me tell you. MUCH has happened. It looks like I haven’t even covered the Croatia trip. As mentioned, Theo and I were set to visit the Eastern European beach nation a few weeks ago. After three straight weekends of him travelling to Frankfurt, Ibiza and St Tropez consecutively, it was our time to travel. The day before we were scheduled to fly I received a WhatsApp from him: “So, I think we may have a problem”.

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Bumble, Dating, Happn, Relationships, Tinder

English versus American Courtship

This past week elite dating app The League made its foray onto London’s social scene. The launch, appropriately titled The London Pre Games, involved a week of straight partying with two or three events a day. Although I wanted to go to them all, I just had time to check out the Shoreditch double decker bar crawl which was just as bonkers as it sounds.

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Bumble, Consent, Netflix and chill, Relationships

Let’s Talk About Consent, Baby

On yesterday’s episode (#547) of Dan Savage’s Savage Love Cast, the issue of consent was raised in two calls. The first was from a young lady living in Canada that would be time and time again slut-shamed by her evangelical partner for her past and then date raped by him in her sleep, which he somehow still managed to shame her for. The second call was from a guy in his early 30s that was admitting to date raping a girl a decade ago. Both these calls are resonating with me but for other reasons.

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Consent, Love, Netflix and chill, Relationships

Party of Five Hits Netflix

Going a bit off-topic here. But everyone’s favourite ’90s primetime soap about a family of sexually charged teens (who also happen to find themselves orphaned) just hit Netflix. I’ve had some time to become reacquainted with the melodrama and feel far more judgemental now than when I was 13 when it comes to the Salinger siblings’ and psyeudo-sibling’ choices. 

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