What Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey reminded me about temptation, identity and the long journey home.

Lately, it feels like every one of my girlfriends has a partner. Whenever we meet, the conversation inevitably drifts toward relationships. Most of them have these sweet, almost cinematic stories about meeting their partners on dating apps. They admit it’s rare, but somehow it happened to them. Meanwhile, every attempt I make at online dating turns into material for my friends’ group chat an endless sequence of absurd, tragicomic episodes that feel more like a sitcom than rea

Almost every other book seems destined for the screen. From glossy YAs like The Summer I Turned Pretty to campus dramas like Off Campus, stretching back to reimaginings of classics like The Odyssey. But now it raises a sharper question: are these novels being written less as literature and more as blueprints for adaptation? Increasingly, authors appear to craft stories with an expectation that an agent or studio will eventually scoop them up, while Hollywood leans on these re

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had an overwhelming desire to see others and understand what they’re really like. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to walk in their shoes. To be who they are and understand why it is they do the things that they do. I believe it’s the most magical feeling of all time, to see others from their perspective and not just mine. I don't think I know who I am without the empathy that sometimes consumes me. I believe it makes me more human, t

My curiosity does not care about calendars or timelines. It will happily consume everything. I want to make every mistake, explore every passion, not as hobbies but as their own brief lives. I want to sketch futures that feel urgent and fleeting, where every possibility feels like the real one in the moment it arrives. I want to work in corporate marketing. I want to travel to France to study civil law. I want to study computer science. I want to write a screenplay and see it

So, what are we waiting for? Are you dating a Haas avocado? Rarely in season, ripe for about five minutes before it starts to rot, waiting for its time to shine. Waiting is an unfortunate part of women's lives. We are told to wait for that career opportunity, to wait for the right love, to wait until we feel ready to have children, only to reach our childbearing years and realise that pregnancy isn't as simple as our high school teachers made it seem. But I digress. Did you k

She walks into the boardroom. The click-clack of her black stilettos against the polished floor isn't just a sound—it's an announcement. She's wearing the uniform of the modern victor: a perfectly tailored blazer, razor-sharp red lipstick, and a presence so calculated it could pass for a business strategy. Every head turns. Every conversation falls silent. She is the archetype. The blueprint of female success. Effortlessly dominating a room full of men who don't quite know wh

As children, most of us romanticized that dark allure at least once. Watching vampire films and TV shows, there's always a voice inside us that whispers, "I wish..." The jet-black hair, the porcelain skin, and that unshakable, powerful presence. You can hypnotize people. You're faster, stronger, and above all, you're always shrouded in an untouchable, "cool" mystery. I'm Eda. A 23-year-old, modern-day vampire. But unfortunately, my life isn't quite as aesthetic as it looks on

At this year's Met Gala, themed "Fashion is Art", Emma Chamberlain arrived in a hand-painted Mugler gown that took over forty hours to complete and used thirty base colours in its design. She described it as "Very much made for me as I am." Everyone online agreed, it felt so her. But here is the question nobody asked: how much of what feels like us is actually us, and how much is a performance we have rehearsed so well, we can no longer tell the difference? Authenticity has