I haven't been on tinder in a very, very long time but I spoke to some of my single friends and they all seemed to be saying the same thing: there are only about eight men on tinder.
It all started when I met my first red lipstick. It was the 90s and my mum's entire lipstick collection was an assortment of mauves and browns. It didn't do much for five year old me. So, when my mum brought home this bright red lipstick she got as a gift-with-purchase, it was love at first sight.
Stuck for what to wear to the races? Too poor to splash out? Running out of time??!!?!!
Should you ask out the cute barista or the girl at the gym that always smiles when she sees you?
Ah, fuckboys. With their chinos, and their Tinder profiles, and their inability to put a label on your relationship... I tend to treat it quite simply: if it look like a duck, and it quack like a duck, it prolly a duck. But it can be hard to tell in the beginning of a relationship [...]
As some of you may know, a recent rule change now requires Australian social media influencers to disclose in the caption if the post they are making is sponsored. New Zealand doesn't have a rule like this - unlike America, Australia and the UK, we can pretty much post whatever we want and the transparency [...]
When I first got my Fitbit Charge HR, I thought it was true love. It gave me a little buzz of encouragement for hitting my step goal. It reassuringly told me I was sleeping more than I thought I had been. I had a neat app that proudly displayed all my stats in a smug, [...]