A field guide to slacktivism

A field guide to slacktivism

What – or who – do you imagine when you think about “an activist”? A young person screaming through a loud speaker? A protestor throwing orange paint at a Mona Lisa? Someone blocking a highway? Someone on a hunger strike? An old lady pestering her elected...
On beauty hunting

On beauty hunting

Two things you should probably know about me: I can’t sit still and meditate – my mind just doesn’t stop when my body is at rest. I’m not a walker. That’s just not something that was ever at the top of my list of “enjoyable things to do”. And yet, a “walking...
Snipers and watermelons

Snipers and watermelons

A small village called Cioburciu, on the banks of river Dniester, in the Soviet Republic of Moldova was where I spent every childhood summer until I was 11 years old, all three glorious months it, from early June to the end of August. We would stuff boxes and...
What do you want?

What do you want?

Around this time last year I wrote about not making any New Year’s resolutions. How it was, in fact, crazy that we became conditioned to make them at the gloomiest part of the year (I took the paywall off that post – you’re welcome to read it and share your own...