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

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

At some point in adulthood, you realise that becoming someone new is less exhilarating than advertised. It is mostly paperwork. It is changing your email signature. It is introducing yourself differently at parties. It is watching people continue speaking to a version of you that quietly stopped existing months ago. I regret to inform you: I have changed. Not in the cinematic way people celebrate online. There was no dramatic haircut, no solo trip to Europe, no montage scored

Based in central Porto, Portugal, there's a beautiful historic bookshop called Livraria Lello, where Dua Lipa and her book club, Service95, have just co-opened a new manifesto library dedicated to banned books and authors who were once silenced. The manifesto library includes 100 contemporary books that challenged society. It features works about power, censorship, politics, and books that were once considered too controversial for readers. According to Service95's newsletter

Why millions of young men are searching for meaning, connection, and belonging - and why voices like @hanny_ab are resonating right now. There is a strange contradiction at the center of modern life; We have never been more connected, and yet so many people have never felt more alone. We carry entire social worlds in our pockets. We know where old classmates vacation, what our colleagues ate for breakfast, and who just got engaged despite not having spoken to them in years. W

For years we've been told that outrage spreads faster than kindness, that bad news always wins, that controversy drives clicks. That the internet rewards conflict, anger, division, and fear because those are the emotions people engage with most. Open any social media platform and you're almost guaranteed to be met with another breakup, another scandal, another argument, another reminder that apparently everyone is cheating, nobody communicates anymore, and humanity is one inc

Surveillance capitalism used to look like something we were supposed to fear.It looked like CCTV cameras mounted on street corners, government databases, airport security checks, facial recognition software, Silicon Valley engineers collecting our data in anonymous office buildings. It felt cold, clinical and unmistakably dystopian. Surveillance belonged to governments, corporations and science fiction films. But now? Now it wears designer sunglasses. That's what feels so uns

Some conversations stay with you long after they end. What began as a discussion about comedy, content creation, and Tanner Devore's viral video The Whimsy Decline: The Rise of Digital Conservatism quickly unfolded into something much bigger: a conversation about what the internet is quietly taking from us. Somewhere between algorithms, irony, and the fear of looking "cringe," many of us have become increasingly hesitant to express joy, take creative risks, or simply allow ou

Being the firstborn daughter comes with a particular kind of guilt. It is not necessarily greater than other forms of guilt, but it is distinct because it emerges from the role rather than from a specific action. The eldest daughter feels responsible simply because she is the eldest. What makes it similar to all other forms of guilt, in a way, is its predictable trajectory. It begins with younger siblings. Over time, that responsibility expands and gradually becomes a duty to