Is it time to stop using the ‘X’?

Apparently X-ing is out of control; even the Prime Minister has been caught with his text X-ing trousers down (putting X at the end of his texts to Rebekah Brooks).

Polly Vernon, in last week’s Grazia, writes an amusing article on how we have gone too far with the ‘X’. Well, I was laughing, until I realised a guilty verdict would be reached on my own X-ing behaviour. Continue reading

Dependence Daze

When I was younger I was fiercely independent, both financially and in spirit; I was as career oriented and ambitious as many of my male peers, if not more so; I didn’t ever harbor childhood fantasies of skipping down the aisle in a big white dress; and the maternal gene clearly got lost on its way to me.

But when I met Mike, I developed this irrational desireย to beย married. I was 33, still had no maternal feelings, but wanted to create a special, permanent bond with this man. Not because I wanted to be looked after, or provided for (although that is exactly how it has worked Continue reading