Eleanor Margolis is a freelance journalist, whose "Lez Miserable" column appears weekly on the New Statesman website.
Being a man who is Ted Cruz is a good start.
Men inexplicably wore hats and women thought they fancied that guy from The Kooks. It was a dark time.
How are we ever going to afford to procreate, anyway?
This film, in which witches actually exist and aren’t just torture-addled fantasies, has surprisingly feminist themes.
“Nothing to see here folks. Just some gal pals drinking Baileys and chatting about Ryan Gosling’s abs.”
You make it so hard for me to love you, London.
Playing the Kim Kardashian iPhone game didn’t soothe me, but it was a surprisingly progressive experience.
“The 1 per cent aren’t the only ones getting screwed this election season.”
Because of All Saints, I bought my first pair of cargo pants and practised looking crestfallen. This entire aesthetic fit perfectly with my burgeoning lesbianism.
Popup ads, Kickstarter campaigns, marry a Kardashian, stamp on testicles for cash.
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