Life is not rocket science, it really doesn’t take a genius. By a rough estimation based solely on my own lived experience, and precise feminine intuition, you can solve about 72 to 82 per cent of your current life problems by going offline: Just Walk Away From The Screen. Close Your Eyes. No social media, [ ]
time spent offline isn’t for everyone. In fact, it is for a very select few with a large appetite for life. It takes a large appetite to decide to go against the grain, the status quo, what they say is just life now, ya know, and say, NO, THANK YOU. It takes a large, large, [ ]
“So,” she says with anticipation and a playful smile. I’m so used to this question, exacerbated, I respond on autopilot: It is so hard to meet men! “What?!” She says incredulously as she looks around, “But men are everywhere?! It’s a beautiful summer evening. We’re seated on a patio in the bustling St. Lawerence Market [ ]
Growing up was easy. By 15, I bury the child, declare independence— to no one in particular, and I split. I ran for thirteen years: In circles, up and down, back and forth; sideways. There were the men, the drugs, the alcohol, of course. And when I got scared of the chaos, the vultures, there [ ]
When I was in high school, I used to get sent to the principle’s office regularly for wearing inappropriate clothes; Shorts and skirts that made the male teachers uncomfortable, the women seethe— Just kidding! but otherwise I was a good, fairly smart, and engaged student in one of the worst high schools in the city [ ]
It’s funny the things you can get used to. I used to wake up to Twitter, the avatars shouting their grievances at me first thing in the morning; Open my eyes, reach under, beside, on top of the pillow until I felt it: Hard, flat, cool— Tap, tap, tap, tap; slide, slide; tap. For years, [ ]
Let’s try this thing again. And the thing about time spent offline is that you know what to do, you just don’t do it, or you don’t do it enough, or you do it for a bit but then you inevitably find yourself back in the rabbit hole of bottomless Instagram reels and clever Reddit [ ]
Every U.S. election cycle, even as a Canadian, I am utterly delighted to not be on social media. One reason I quit the news, amongst many other reasons, is that I hate being blatantly lied to. In fact, I respect clever lies; I work with teenagers and I am delighted by their ingenious lies to [ ]
I turn 30 this month. With age, I have become less volatile, more sentimental. “The dots connect looking back,” he tells me over our drinks, blabbering to amuse ourselves; he s quoting Steve Jobs. I nod, It is true. When the mood strikes, when I feel brave enough, gentle enough to look back, I pull the [ ]
Recently before bed, I grabbed my laptop to watch something until I could fall asleep and in the midst of the British version of The Office playing (the only version available on Kanopy) it dawned on me that I would rather be in the dark, quiet of the night with my thoughts and dreaming of [ ]
