I've been following Andrew Licout for years, long before Roe Magazine existed, long before this conversation, and long before I had any reason to believe that one day he'd become our July cover star. Which is funny, because if you'd asked me back then why I followed him, I don't think I could have given you a particularly smart answer. I wasn't analysing engagement metrics or trying to figure out why his content worked. I just remember laughing, like really laughing, you know

The Internet loves a pick-me girl, but somewhere along the way, we forgot that policing other women was never the point. Recently, my friend asked in the group chat. “Can you trust a girl who has no female friends?” I sat with the question for a while. Unsure where I stood. It’s true that finding a stable, healthy group of friends isn’t always easy. Some women might be having a hard time finding it, or are only beginning to find their people. Others genuinely seem to prefer t

If you were a millennial like me; or honestly, anyone who came of age while Sex and the City was taking over television, you couldn’t help but fall in love with the fabulousness of it all. Carrie Bradshaw’s tongue-in-cheek commentary on women’s sexuality and relationships made us feel seen. The fashion was aspirational, the friendships iconic, Manhattan itself felt like a fifth character, and somehow every brunch came with a life lesson wrapped in Manolos. Twenty years ago, m

Home has a strange way of staying with us. Even after we leave, build new lives, and become different people, the places that shaped us often continue to exist somewhere beneath the surface. For filmmaker Henry Czerwonka, that tension became the foundation of HAUNTERS, the award-winning experimental short film he co-created with his wife, Abby. Fresh off winning Best Experimental Film at the New York Short Film Festival, HAUNTERS explores loneliness, identity, memory, and the

I first heard about egg freezing when I was 30. It took me four years to actually do it. My adventure starts in Italy. I was single, and a friend who worked as an obstetrician recommended it to me. Some women had started talking about this new possibility. But it felt like a secret. A whisper passed from woman to woman in corridors and private conversations. Nothing really happened inside me at first. I didn’t know if it was something I really wanted to do. I was scared to op

There's a popular saying that goes: "You can tell how much a woman loves herself by the man she's with." It's a neat idea, but it assumes that a woman's choices always reflect her worth. They don't. The truth is that remarkable women fall for the wrong men every day. Intelligent women, successful women, emotionally aware women. Women with strong friendships, fulfilling careers, and a deep sense of who they are. Not because they lack self-love, but because attraction is not a

A friendship breakup feels like a haunting that happens while you’re still very much awake; a quiet, suffocating void that hits the exact moment you open your eyes. You stare at the ceiling, and suddenly, your morning ritual—that first, once-cherished cup of coffee, the usual rhythm—feels like reading a script for a show you’ve been written out of. That physical, bone-deep ache isn't just sadness; it is the brutal realization that losing a best friend cuts infinitely deeper t

I wasn’t leaving San Francisco. I was coming back. That's the pivotal moment people often miss when I share my story. I prepared for a brief departure—a life-changing medical procedure in New Zealand, where my heritage roots run deep and the cost was nonexistent, a stark contrast to the thousands of dollars I couldn't afford in America. America had blessed me with nine incredible years and a city that had captured my heart completely. Yet, it couldn't offer me this one thing.

Living in New York City for nearly two decades often felt like existing inside a perpetual highlight reel. The city attracts ambitious people, and success is woven into the fabric of daily life. In that world, it becomes easy to measure your life against other people's milestones and wonder whether you're keeping pace. In my late twenties, I congratulated a colleague after she landed a job at a television station we'd both interviewed for. In the months that followed, I found

When I was 23, I left home on a Friday at dusk with a 20kg suitcase that contained neither my clothes nor my expectations. Twenty kilograms is all the airline allowed me to carry. The rest of me had to travel without luggage. The moment you step out of the plane you start to ask yourself “Why the hell was I afraid of such an experience?” People like to think that taking a trip to Europe after a conflict in their lives will inspire a dramatic change; a version of themselves t

There are two very distinct faces of wealth in 2026. The rich face; frozen, taut, and meticulously engineered for absolute symmetry. The familiar Instagram-ready attractiveness we've all come to recognise. And then, at the opposite end of the spectrum, there's the old money face; completely untouched, aggressively natural, and sublimely unbothered by absolutely anything. On the surface, most people probably wouldn't notice the difference. Just two different aesthetics, they'd

"We are not trees. If you don't feel good somewhere, move," Josh tells us during our conversation. Now it’s a simple sentence, but one that quietly runs through everything Josh and Sarah create. Whether it's leaving behind careers that no longer fit, refusing to force a particular sound, or allowing each song to become whatever it wants to be, Pamela's music is rooted in instinct rather than expectation. With their new EP, It's Nice to See You Here, out today, we spoke about

My mother is one of the most beautiful women I know. Yet my whole life, she has insisted that she “looks horrible.” Taking candid photos of her or even a selfie together always turns into a battle, with my mother either pushing the camera away or fluffing up her hair while saying, “God, I look terrible." Nothing makes my blood boil more than hearing her say those words. Every time she protests a gorgeous photo of herself sent in the family group chat, I am reminded of how dee

"Does what I'm saying actually matter?" It's the question Didoriot asks herself before publishing a video, and perhaps it's the reason her work resonates with so many people. At a time when the internet often rewards speed over substance, her essays pause to examine the cultural shifts hiding beneath the headlines, from AI and the future of work to female loneliness, internet aesthetics, and the identities we're constantly being encouraged to perform. We sat down with Didorio

Let me start with a simple truth: I have never been more proud of women than I am today. This is not another essay about “empowering women.” It is a profound, conscious appreciation born from my own observations of the women in my life and those around me. The rise of the spiritual woman is unfolding right here, right now, in its most authentic modern form. Collectively, feminine energy is proud of itself; not in an ego-driven or superficial way, nor from the wounds of the pa