Internet-based snark since 2007.
One of my Twitter threads that should really have been a proper piece of writing (maybe). I don’t know who needs to hear it (yes, I do) but White Supremacy is the general idea that things are just naturally better if white people are in charge. That’s it. You don’t have to be a signed…
Facebook. It giveth with one hand, it taketh with the other. On the one hand I can easily glom* onto already organised toddler gatherings with the greatest of ease and share pics of my kid with his whanau, on the other hand I get an insight into the mindset and politics of people whom I…
(This is a spoiler-free post because I’m not a massive douche-nozzle. Feel free to read on in a carefree manner) I am a massive Star Wars fan, so it’s probably of no surprise to anyone that I had a brilliant time this morning at a midnight screening of Episode VII: The Force Awakens. This movie…
Television commercials are often terrible so I probably shouldn’t be so affronted when I come across one that’s weirdly tone-deaf and bewildering in its creepiness.
None of us should pay too much attention to television adverts. And I should definitely not get my gruds in a bunch about any of them. Do you sense a but coming? But the latest advert for Nutribullet (which can be viewed on the Nutribullet website) has me yelling/laughing every time I see it.
OPINION: It’s not every day you get quoted by the NZHerald.co.nz without realising it. In this case it doesn’t even have anything to do with my ponytail, which, given that I haven’t been to see my hairdresser in about 8 months (sorry, Jeff!), is at a length that would be considered “tantalising” by a certain head of…
We all have our quirks and preferences. Luckily mine are mostly harmless. But having figured out what my preferences are, I do like to indulge in them if I can. I want my cider without ice. I want my peanut butter crunchy. Nobody will be maimed if I don’t get these things but I will…
Since returning to full-time employment after having a child I’ve faced a number of obstacles. Most of them are The Master’s toys which are strewn from one end of the house to the other. But certainly the removal of daytime naps from my life has been a sad loss.
It’s Mother’s Day on Sunday. You probably already know this due to the plethora of mailers and store displays encouraging you to show your mother how much you love her by shelling out some money and buying her a gift or two.
It’s a long time ago now, but I once worked in hospitality. It’s an unusual industry. Ostensibly you’re there to serve food and drinks but a large part of your job is keeping the general atmosphere enjoyable and, for lack of a better word, “jolly”.