Someone should just ask the White House laundry. If that dude is self-tanning, whoever washes his sheets and towels definitely knows about it.

You mean he's stupid AND lazy? Is that a thing?

Thanks for the tip. I don’t know if it will come to calling the police, but I’m not above it. If this dude does make the mistake of showing up at my house, I’m fairly confident that I present as a butch-enough lesbian with a protective-enough dog to dissuade him from trying anything silly.

She has mentioned feeling off and having trouble sleeping, and I straight up said to her, “has anything traumatic happened to you lately?”. Australian directness can be handy like that sometimes. We have a spare bedroom, so she has her own space and of course we’re very respectful of that. (We come from a big family…

That’s actually really good to know, because even though she’s 21, she’s crazy naive about some things. I thought it was because she was so sheltered (she’s the only child of wealthy Indian parents, so there’s some indulgence along with the intense pressure and physical and emotional abuse). We have been gently trying…

So, I live with my brother, who is legitimately the best person I know. We just bought a house together and it’s the tits.

I have smoked in my life but I’ve never been really addicted. Cigarettes are crazy expensive enough in Australia that if you can quit, you do. My best friend recently tried to help her (not great with money) mother sort out her finances. Mum makes probably $650ish a week. Her only non-negotiable expense, outside of…

That is such a sweet story, but as a childless woman, the phrase "literally blew my crotch out" is going to stay with me for some time.

When I was in my twenties, I had a friend who, when she could sense the rest of the table about to call the night, would yell out, “tequila shots!” and rope in any one she could to continue partying. That is why some of my worst drunk night/deadly hangover stories start with “and then Astrid suggested tequila shots”…

I’m just really bummed that the baby shower PC came out before Yummy Mummies came out on Netflix. All I could think about reading these was Maria's Versace-themed shower. Please tell me I'm not the only person who binged that entire, ridiculous show.

“No one needs to eat that much brown”.

I mean you’re absolutely right that most men aren’t serial killers, and that people are rightly shocked when they occasionally are. And it’s also true that it’s a frightening fact that you can’t tell what someone is capable of just by looking at them.

I think the point is to create a shiny facsimile of fun without ever actually getting to enjoy anything.

I was lucky enough to have a (male) doc who hooked me up when I had really bad period pain. Flash forward a decade to when I experimented with hormonal birth control. I’m prone to depression anyway and this thing fucked. Me. Up. I was so depressed I started missing work. Couldn’t function. When I went to my female GP…

It’s Gucci.

Sweet Jesus this gave me massive flashbacks to being a closeted baby lesbian reading magazines filled with these dudes and getting so much nothing from them. 

No. My comment wasn’t about the documentary.

In Australia, the federal election day is not a holiday, but it is held on a Saturday. If you’re working, employers are legally required to let you go and vote. Voting is compulsory here, and turnout is about 94%. And for all that we still have stupid, spoilt racists running the place.

Especially given that she had clearly flagged that she was a survivor, was triggered and was dealing with that as she was being interviewed.

“Plenty of women found him unsettling, and the ones who attended his trial still often saw him a monster”