Wirral MP Alison McGovern was debating some policies and some leeches took it upon themselves to start complaining and slut-shaming her because you could see a bit of cleavage. Let's talk about all the ways this is pretty horrendous.
I am all for having a little bundle of joy that you can love and take care of and raise and make a family with. But for me, that bundle of joy is going to be a dog at most. I'm all for other people having kids, just not me. And in the same way that I wouldn't say to someone who has a kid 'you'll regret that down the line when you change your mind', I don't want people assuming that I will change my mind too.
In this day and age bloggers reach and influential power is amazing. A top blogger is a PR dream. So why is my inbox filled with utter shite? Here is a no-nonsense guide to contacting myself, and any other blogger. Every company should probably read this.
I asked my boyfriend for a colour scheme to get dressed today, and he responded 'orange.' I think he was joking by picking the most garish colour possible (AKA - going against everything about style I believe in), but I decided to roll with it.
It's 2015, and getting a date is harder than ever. The days of approaching people in a bar or - God forbid - on the streets is a thing of times gone past. It's all about Tinder now. Or Happn. Or Facebook. Or whatever new app there is that I haven't heard of yet. (If you want to check out my post on online dating tips for checking if someone's a psychopath or not click here.)
So once you've managed to secure yourself a date, the event itself needs to impress. I got talking to some of my gal-pals to dig into some of their less-than-impressive experiences with men. They had some gold-dust.
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