For a very long time, I thought the vision I once had of marrying three times was actually going to happen. Now, looking back at it, if I even marry once, once will be enough. On building our lives around our jobs and our friends as a response to the dating world, plus not having a belief system. I was recently described by one of my friends as a “trophy wife who’s a star”. I wondered what that meant. I’ve made jokes in the past about being a trophy wife, even though all my f

We’ve glamorised “playing it cool” as effortless, but in reality, it erases boundaries and self-worth. Whether in friendships or something more, I’ve noticed myself constantly playing peacekeeper, the Libra in me wired for balance and diplomacy, avoiding conflict at all costs. The Cool Girl Myth We see it in romantic comedies, where being chill and low-maintenance is portrayed as the key to securing love. Think Andie Anderson in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. We hear it in mus

I’ve never been able to turn my most compatible connection into a romance. And I’ve never been happy with the person I had the strongest chemistry with. Sometimes, you can’t get someone out of your head, but you can’t imagine a future with them either. Other times, you can talk for hours and feel like yourself, but your heart just doesn’t skip a beat. That’s when I realized: the biggest problem in modern dating is that we mistake chemistry for compatibility. And I couldn’t he

There's this quote you see everywhere: “You don't miss the person. You miss the version of them that you knew.” I think most of us read that and immediately think, Yeah... that's exactly it. But the other night, I started wondering if we've been looking at it from the wrong angle. What if the people we miss the most are actually mirrors? What if, behind them, the person we're desperately trying to get back... is ourselves? Because the truth is, people never change alone. E

The new iPhone is exactly what nobody needs or asked for right now. Apple announces the new iPhone Duo, its first foldable iPhone, with a 7.6-inch internal display designed to give us more room to multitask, work, watch, create and generally do more things on one device. It starts at $1,999, because apparently the financial burden of being permanently connected was not quite enough…

We’ve become obsessed with finding the perfect path, the perfect purpose and the perfect version of ourselves. But what if the thing that changes your life isn’t finding the right thing? What if it’s finally staying long enough to see what happens? I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how obsessed we are with starting over.

In Spain, there is a famous song called ‘Yo quiero bailar’, which translates to ‘I want to dance’. In the lyrics lies the phrase ‘cuando llega el calor los chicos se enamoran’: when the heat comes, the boys fall in love. As it happens, the summer heat is the key ingredient for the ephemeral act of falling in love and/or indulging in one’s desires. This experience has been coined by TikTok users as having a ‘hot girl summer’: the experience of enjoying oneself during the summe

With Renaissance Fashion x Art Showcase, @LauraMomodu is creating more than an event. She is building a platform rooted in dignity, access, representation, and belief. Renaissance Fashion x Art Showcase was not born from one dramatic moment. For Laura Momodu, it came from years of noticing the same pattern: extraordinary creatives with powerful work, waiting to be seen.

Queer relationships have long modelled forms of connection that mainstream culture struggles to name, let alone practice. Built in a world that rewards avoidance, detachment, and performative independence, queer relational cultures insist on emotional presence, care and truth. Not because queer people are inherently more sensitive or communicative, but because queer love has never had the luxury of autopilot. When your relationships aren’t automatically validated by the world

I find it a hard line to tread: navigating the persona I have created on social media alongside that of my regular corporate job. In both worlds, I have always been quite good at being guarded. I share online in much the same way that I would with colleagues: a little insight, but nothing too revealing; nothing overly emotional; surface-level, with a sprinkle of humour. The perfect recipe for almost all work-based relationships. It is a strange kind of intimacy. Enough inform

Women have spent decades being interrogated about their bodies. Men, comparatively, have been given an extraordinary amount of grace. So why, when the barriers are often different, perhaps even, do I dare say, ‘lower’? Why are so many men perfectly comfortable opting out of taking care of themselves? There is something I've never quite understood about men. We live in a world where women are expected to negotiate with their bodies almost constantly. We menstruate. We get preg

“So what do you do?” I still don’t have a clean answer. I did not leave psychology because it made me miserable. I left because it was going too well. It happened in a gap. There were four months between defending my dissertation and graduating, and a visa hold meant I couldn’t work through any of them. September to January, and for the first time since I was about seventeen, there was nothing to finish, revise, apply for, or prove. I assumed I’d be bored. What happened inste

Ballet has always asked its dancers to fit inside something: a company, a role, a body, a stage. Dasha Schwartz is more interested in what happens when you take those boundaries away. After beginning ballet at five, training at Canada’s National Ballet School and dancing professionally across North America and Europe, Schwartz came to understand both the extraordinary beauty of the art form and the rigidity of the world surrounding it. So she started imagining something diffe

I read one of my old essays recently, and boy, did I cringe hard. I didn’t agree with a great deal of what I wrote and even found myself questioning some of the language I used. But while I am somewhat reluctant to admit it, I think I’m glad that I hate my own work. I guess, in some ways, that means I am growing. In a world where we’ve permitted ourselves to continuously pick things up and abandon them without much thought, staying with something long enough to become agitate

We're not craving nostalgia. We're craving the last time we lived in a shared reality. There was a time when culture unfolded collectively. Millions of people tuned into the same television finale on Sunday night, queued outside cinemas for midnight premieres, and walked into school or work the following morning knowing exactly what everyone would be talking about. Even the early internet, chaotic as it often felt, revolved around common experiences. Viral YouTube videos, Fla