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It’s pretty large – about a metre long, a foot deep and made of transparent plastic. If I wanted to, I could look at it every day and catch little glimpses of what’s inside. But I don’t. Instead, it lives in wardrobes and cupboards and attics, always with me, but always out of sight.
I try to avoid opening it, but on the first day in every new home it’s there – exposed and ready to spill its guts. I…

YOLO is a Lie

Why this generation claims that the climax of one’s lifetime has to be experienced during adolescence is still a mystery to…

Tinder Vs Romance

Columnist Nancy shares her thoughts on romance in the age of tinder:
Choose Tinder. Choose here, now and the present because past…