

Good Girls? Yeah... We're Not Doing That Anymore.
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


“If I Was a Girl, I’d Be Pissed Too”: One Man’s Unfiltered Take on Modern Dating
@amedeo_iasci says modern dating has left men too frightened to approach women, too distracted by porn and too obsessed with performing to form real connections. The result is a dating culture that feels miserable for women and remarkably easy for the few men who still know how to talk to them. Around 58 minutes into what was supposed to be a 40-minute (tops!) interview, Amedeo and I were discussing the importance of natural scent in sexual attraction… By that point, we had a


Stop Romanticising Your First Love...
In an era of situationships, casual encounters, and the constant pressure between “getting married quickly” and “not getting married at all,” it sometimes feels like the conversation about first love has quietly disappeared. As if it has become something outdated, almost irrelevant; something we've outgrown. And yet, sometimes, to understand who we are becoming, we have to look back. We have to remember what it was like to love for the very first time. When you're fifteen and


No One Warned Me I Needed a "Broken Heart Fund"
I've always been financially responsible. I meticulously budget, plan my life carefully, and always set money aside for those famous "emergencies." But over the years, I've realised there is one emergency where I lose my grip the most; one no budget can prepare you for. I wake up one morning after a break-up and suddenly find my bank account nearly empty. It seems there is a serious "Break-Up Economy" that none of us ever account for. We don't just make emotional investments


The Person Who Left You Wasn't Your Ex. It Was You.
I finally woke up and realised what had been missing all along, and it was me. Not a better version of me, nor the version that had it all together. Just me, unfinished and full, right here. I had been yearning for myself all along without realising. This is for the ones who've been searching in all the wrong places, and for the ones who didn't even know they were searching. We grew up in a culture that taught us to source everything outward, looking for our worth in who want


Everyone Wants to Be Original But Keeps Copying Each Other.
There is something quietly radical about hearing one of the most celebrated creative directors in fashion admit that he thought he had finally "cracked the formula." Not because he was wrong, but because we've all been taught to believe that finding the formula is the goal. More than ever we are obsessed with systems. There is a blueprint for everything now; how to build a personal brand, how to write a bestseller, how to make a viral reel, how to launch a business, and even


Hollywood Loves True Stories. Just Not From the People Who Lived Them.
They say Hollywood is dying. The articles and Instagram carousels keep arriving, mapping the transition: tech conglomerates owning studios, monopolistic mergers, mandate-driven development, fewer sales, lower production value, AI, productions fleeing, and on and on. The industry that once promised the most original work would rise to the top; that opportunity was endless, that anyone had a shot; looks nothing like what we have now. With so much we are willing to change, it se


We're Not Afraid of Loneliness, We're Afraid of Meeting Ourselves.
I was sitting in a not particularly good bar in Naples when I overheard the men at the table next to me talking about some woman named Irina from Novorossiysk, or maybe another city in southern Russia that they referred to as "a cheap Sorrento." They discussed Irina from a distinctly male perspective, then moved on to a film they had watched together, praising what they called its incredible editing, before eventually returning to the subject of sex. And it made me wonder: di


I Went to Pilates for Abs But Left With an Orgasm.
While we’re busy trying to explain our bodies to men, showing them where and how to touch us, our bodies have apparently already invented their own way of experiencing pleasure without any sexual contact. And I’m not talking about tantric sex or deep hypnosis. Today’s conversation is about the infamous and universally loved Reformer Pilates for IT girls. After once again deciding to start a new life on Monday, I signed up for Reformer Pilates for the first time in my life. Be
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