Category Archives: Uncategorized

01 Aug 2010

Madagascar

Middle Of The Road If you are the sort of person who likes to do one thing per day, spending the remainder of the day planning or thinking about...

04 Oct 2009

Stay home and jump

For those of us who take the meaning of sexy seriously, sometimes curling up with a good book is by far more seductive than wearing limited edition...

30 Aug 2009

Ban the Boys

‘Can I bring Ronnie?’, Zo asks as sweetly as she could, knowing that I’m going to bite her head off. My rage is more than called for....

09 Aug 2009

Girlfriend power

‘I bond better with boys’ . ‘Girls don’t seem to like me’. ‘I don’t have any girlfriends’. When I hear girls say things like this...

12 Jul 2009

Nosy black crow

Every morning a hideously loud crow wakes me from my dreams of flying. What is this crow’s problem? Why is he not flying himself? Why does he (I...

03 Jul 2009

More sex please

So my editor calls and cuts to the chase - ‘Your column needs to have more sex.’ I’d expect him to get that us girls have a lot more on our...

01 Jul 2009

Girl, hit on me!

Gul sits on my red couch and boldly declares, she wants to go where most straight women have never been before. Into a sexual relationship with...

24 Aug 2008

Thrill seekers

Sal, bursts through the kitchen swing doors, trips over a waiter and almost lands head first in my delicately poised frozen kiwi daiquiri. I wonder...

16 Jun 2008

The power of singledom

Crisis. Had a film award ceremony to attend and no date. Let’s not pretend these events are about the awards. Anyone who doubts me, please ask...

14 Jun 2008

Man’s world

God made man. Then decided to improve on the model and made woman. We women choose not to rub this fact in and make the underdog of the human race...

03 Jan 2008

To be(d) or not to be(d)

It’s an age old question. How soon is it ok to bed the man you’re dating? Presuming you are not one of those who needs mummy’s permission or...

18 Jun 2007

Ramifications of a Confused Mind and a Restless Soul

Shruti, the editor calls. And on a platter I’m handed a legit excuse for the unfettered regurgitation of my overstuffed brain. Disturbing...