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

Just a year ago, Leo Houghton aka Howtin had never made a song. Today, the 22-year-old producer from Belfast has amassed millions of streams, earned a residency in Dublin, and become one of the most exciting new names in house music. But our conversation wasn't really about music. It was about what happens when your passion begins to outgrow the life you planned for yourself. About the fear of leaving certainty behind, the discipline of teaching yourself something entirely ne

It may seem counterproductive to use Bonnie Blue’s name in the context of eroticism. When we think of the erotic, we picture the tease; the brush of skin that makes your hair stand on end. We do not picture a globally documented sex-fest in which one woman masochistically offers herself to a thousand men. She may be sexy in the sense that her activities relate to sex, but to call her content erotic in any meaningful sense would be a hilarious conflation. And yet, here we are.

Who here hasn't heard the claim that modern relationships are struggling because women have become "too independent"? Women got degrees, built careers, bought homes, travelled alone, earned their own money and learned to enjoy their own company. Suddenly, everywhere you looked, there was another think piece asking whether female independence had gone too far. But maybe we've been asking the wrong question. What if the problem isn't that women became independent? What if the p