Horoscopes, from the friend that gives *questionable* advice edition Aries Whatever you’re umming and erring about- just do it for the plot. Taurus Definitely text an ex. From someone who’s dated far too many of you cold lovers, a little comeback would help our egos. Gemini I really feel like
My Mum, Your Dad? Forget Love Island and The Bachelor, this new dating show is far more entertaining! It premiered last week, and involves Kiwi teens/young adults sending their single parents on a dating show. The twist is that they watch every second of their parents dating on the show
Ahh, a question as old as Adam and Eve themselves. I desperately hope you know what they chose, otherwise I’d advise getting out from the rock you’ve been under. 300,000 years later, here I am, with no snakes nor forbidden fruit, but rather, a bag full of chocolate-flavoured condoms that
If you’re unfamiliar with Raya, it’s an American dating app created to allow ‘alike’ people to ‘connect’. What this really means is that it’s for ‘public’ people to connect with other ‘public’ people. In fear of saying too much and getting banned, I hope you’re picking up what I’m putting
My year across the ditch has made me aware of the slightly concerning stereotypes people have about us Kiwis! It’s also made me appreciate the things we just get right. So, here are my top ten things I don’t particularly love about being a Kiwi overseas (particularly in Aus land)!
Crush of the Week Sabrina Carpenter You may know her as Barry Keoghan’s girlfriend (AKA the luckiest woman in the world) or the opener for Taylor Swift, but Miss Carpenter has more than earned her rights to the throne with her SKIMS campaign that dropped this week. It’s giving coquette
The Bear Have you ever dreamt of coming home from work, putting on a show, and feeling like you’re working again- in a high-stress kitchen in downtown Chicago? The head chef is screaming at you to cook for your life, while you try not to pass from heat exhaustion as
2023 was the year of the clean girl. This was very fortunate for the likes of Glassons, who profusely benefited from the rise in basics and cotton headbands. However, for those like myself who can’t go five minutes without spilling something down themselves, or rock a slick back without genuinely
