It’s moments like these you realise you are indeed dating strangers, people who don’t know you or your general preferences or, in my case, strong feminist ideals.

Single women are sick of being pigeonholed as the burning-bra feminist types who pride themselves on hating men.

As a child, I pictured the 25-year-old version of myself: she had mid-length blonde hair, a side part and was wearing a relaxed suit and holding a clipboard for some reason.

My “members-only” personality, which I was so proud of, was a prize I awarded those who made me feel comfortable.

Let’s call it the 60s equivalent of scrolling on your small screen (phone) while playing a film on the big screen (television). We can’t be blamed for our yearning to lead an efficient life; it’s almost always been the case.

The following poem is written based on my experiences from the Uber rides I participated in as the passenger

Need I say more? (Yes, please read this)

Why must I be sacrificing the sounds of the world, each time I want to partake in my daily listening? Is it worth missing the arguing couple’s shameless screaming match on the footpath?

Our time spent together is always enjoyable, so why must we have such a complicated relationship? Mi dispiace verde uccellino.

It is no surprise that fans drew parallels between the key-shaped Eras Tour stage and a metaphorical key to buying back her masters. The devil works hard, but Taylor Swift and her team work harder.

Once thought to be a fad of the high school days, it is clear that drink bottles maintain their currency as an aid to social status.

From the handmade pasta necklaces primary school kids bring home in their backpacks, to the half-strength, skinny milk, extra hot cappuccino waiting on the bedside table, many put “actions speak louder than words” into play. My mother’s actions certainly speak louder than her simple words.