Revenge of the Sluts: on slut shaming, double standards and patriarchy

Thank you so much to Holley Corfield at Wattpad for sending me a copy of REVENGE OF THE SLUTS by Natalie Walton! This does not affect my review, nor rating of the book. Double standards are about to get singled out.

A night away at Sunborn Yacht Hotel

Earlier this week, my man and I had a mini one night getaway at the Sunborn Yacht Hotel, a generous gift to him from his sister. The hotel is located in Canary Wharf, and is super gorgeous and surprisingly boujee. It was an enjoyable stay and I quite liked it.

In Conversation with Tashie Bhuiyan

I am so excited to post this interview with the lovely Tashie Bhuiyan. Her YA debut, COUNTING DOWN WITH YOU, releases in 2021, featuring a “Bangladeshi-Muslim teenager who navigates the difficulties of independence, family, and first love after being roped into a fake dating facade by a classmate”. I’m even more excited because Tashie herselfContinue reading “In Conversation with Tashie Bhuiyan”

Emily in Paris: where’s the loyalty?

I watched Netflix’s latest rom-com show, Emily in Paris, as soon as it aired and . . . well, I have thoughts. Lots of thoughts. Emily in Paris was directed by the creator of Sex and the City, Darren Star. It’s a feel-good, lighthearted show, released at a perfect time, amidst an ongoing pandemic, whilstContinue reading “Emily in Paris: where’s the loyalty?”

I stopped wearing my hijab because I was scared for my life

(Note: I can honestly say, writing this piece for the Metro was so important — as it not only includes the discussion of Islamophobia and the terror (aka terrorism) of it, but the removal of the hijab as a result. Of course, as I’ve mentioned Islamophobia is not the only reason I no longer (fully)Continue reading “I stopped wearing my hijab because I was scared for my life”

a hopeless note of despair, or a dreamless slumber of lost motivation

It’s been a few weeks since uni started and I’m finding myself . . . trawling along, lost and wondering what to do. Even writing seems to be somewhat out of reach — I don’t know how to simply do or be anything, or exist. I’m fine but I’m just? I don’t know.