I have this little tradition where every New Year’s Eve, I write down my resolutions for the year ahead. And for the past few years, the same one keeps making its way back onto the list: Stop seeking male validation.

Why is saying no to a drink still treated like a personality defect? Let's discuss the idiotic social expectation that getting drunk is the definition of having fun, the nights I've never quite understood, and why I'd rather wake up with my memories, my mornings, and my life intact. Forgive me for thinking there's more to a good time than losing control of yourself. And I promise I'm not the boring one….

The other night, I was sitting in bed, staring at my phone, wondering why I couldn't just call the person I fancy and say, “I don't want us to be weird with each other.” It was such a simple thing to do, and yet somehow it felt impossible. I could text him, wait for him to text me, reread our last conversation, ask my friends what they thought he meant, check whether he was online, and probably conduct a small-scale FBI investigation into the punctuation he used, but actually

Two months after The Atlantic announced ‘The End of Reading Is Here’, beauty and lifestyle influencer Alix Earle gushed to Andy Warhol’s Interview Magazine that she had “never read a book”.

Someone once famously told me, shouting into the ether of an overcrowded room, “Politics is like LA for ugly people!” And as I sipped an eye-wateringly expensive gin and tonic, I started to ponder whether that might be changing within our current zeitgeist.

The tech bros have a crush on fashion, and like most people with crushes, they're trying, to say the least. However, putting Kylie Jenner in Meta AI glasses feels a bit like putting a supermodel next to fast cars in a beer commercial from the 80s. No shade to King Kylie, but her placement in this arena feels like superficial signalling of It Girl status, in exactly the same way an 80s beer commercial thought it could signal manhood by parking a supermodel next to a fast car.

A funk isn't a mood. It's the distance between you and yourself, and every piece of self-care advice you've ever ignored is a way of closing it. I love my birthday, I really do. I tell people I don't care about it, which is a lie I've told for years with total commitment. I love a second margarita at Ellie's bar in East London without a flicker of guilt. I love buying a new dress to wear on the night and maybe twice more, except my birthday is in September, so its second outi

Over the last couple of months, I've been lucky enough to intern as an editorial copy editor for this magazine. What an honour. I have worked with countless confident, inspirational women who write with awe-inspiring intelligence and emotional literacy. The pride the Roe girls have as women in today's society is incredible. With full transparency, I sometimes pinch myself that I get to be part of such a community. With that said, I like to consider myself like them, but most

I spent years chasing the next version of my life. Then I started wondering what would happen if I finally stopped. For as long as I can remember, there has always been something I wanted. Sometimes it was something material, sometimes something emotional: a thing, a person, an opportunity, a dream or a version of myself that I thought would finally make me happy. I could spend months, sometimes years, working towards something and imagining how different I would feel once I

There are a few notable ways to age backwards: Botox, biohacking… and dance parties until 5 a.m. for three nights in a row with your twenty-something new gay husbands on a group trip to Saint-Marguerite-sur-Mer. A fourth night was not on the cards. But Knight of Wands, Three of Swords, and The Devil reversed were. We took the last train back to Paris late Sunday evening. Sleep deprivation aside, the trip to the countryside was exactly the reset I needed. Dating can be exhaust

Let's call him Owen. He was eight years old, and he couldn't read. At first, he hid it well. The moment I assigned an activity that involved any kind of literacy, he acted out. Throwing his computer mouse, arguing. Twice, he took off running and made me chase him around the building. While the other kids worked on their assignments, he sat in time-out. Free to doze off, daydream, anything but read. This was the summer after my junior year of film school. I was a counse

Every time my thumb hovers over the “post” button, I hesitate. Then comes the familiar, grating internal interrogation. Who do you think you are? And yet, eventually, I pluck up the courage to hit post anyway. Lately, this has been happening to me over and over again. Whether it's on Instagram, TikTok or, more recently, Substack, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed to put myself out there. At the start of 2026, I decided I was going to be more proactive about chasing m

After more than 20 years in France and a Michelin-starred restaurant in Paris, Mexican chefs Kike Casarrubias and Mon Estrada are opening Papalote in Barcelona, bringing Mexican memory, French technique and Mediterranean influence into the next chapter of their story. A restaurant can be a new address. For Kike Casarrubias and Mon Estrada, Papalote is something more complicated: a new chapter in a story that began in Mexico, developed in France, and is now arriving in Barc

We've spent so long being told that female suffering is intrinsic that we've begun to buy into the lie ourselves. It's time to take back the responsibility of advocating for ourselves. Fifteen hours into what was supposed to be a magical family holiday in Kauai, I found myself in a narrow bed with a scratchy blanket in the island's only emergency room. I waited for the combination of morphine and Dilaudid to kick in while I vomited into a hospital-issued bag that my mum said

When good taste becomes too easy to replicate, looking strange might be the ultimate status symbol. Margiela Tabis look like hooves. Chanel sent models down the runway in sandals designed to make them appear barefoot. Moschino turned an apple into a handbag. Miu Miu made the kind of fleece you might expect to see on a tech employee grabbing coffee before work into a luxury object. None of these products is conventionally beautiful, and that is increasingly the point.