10 things I wish I hadn’t learnt when traveling with my Mum

10 things I wish I hadn’t learnt when traveling with my Mum

This year my Mum and I traveled to Thailand for 10 days, and then a few months later, to Canada and Alaska for 3 weeks. Yes, I realise I am very spoilt. I’ve written about what I learnt when traveling with my boyfriend, what I learnt when traveling with my Nan, and now it’s my Mum’s turn.

  1. I learnt that when I travel with my mum I tend to revert to the role of a five year old. I become completely reliant on her for pretty much everything – apart from picking the restaurants and shopping ventures – that is my area of expertise. Whilst being sick in Canada I had flashbacks to my childhood, calling for my Mummy to bring my lozenges, hot tea and pain killers. Did I mention I’m 21? Although, it goes both ways, as there were mornings where I had to coax her out of bed with promises of buttered croissants. And a few times I have to remind her the guy she is flirting with seems to be wearing a wedding ring.
Mum and I, when I was 5. Not just acting like it.
Mum and I, when I was 5. Not just acting like it.
  1. Secrets are revealed and boundaries are broken. I learnt my mum once had a much younger lover shortly after her divorce from my Dad, and I told her (too soon) that I had hocked a pair of her earrings when I was 13. Sorry Mum, still feel guilty about that one.
  1. Once these family secrets and stories start, it is hard to know where to stop. Alcohol induced over-sharing definitely became an issue for us in Thailand. We are already pretty involved in each other’s lives – not in a creepy, handholding in the supermarket way, but we may have matching pyjamas. But there is a level of over sharing that only happens when you’re in holiday mode, and have slugged down 12 sugar-less mojitos.
Veuve = over-sharing

Chances are you are going to find out things you may not have wanted to know. Like the first time your parents slept together (eww) or reasons for their divorce that weren’t appropriate to tell me 7 years ago. One particular night with a bottle of Veuve (have I made us sound like alcoholics yet?) there were several stories of my mum’s bad dates, bad boyfriends and some bad choices that will remain burned in my brain forever. Thanks, Mum.

  1. We are very alike. Sadly, most of my friends would agree.
  1. They have secret talents beyond doing the laundry, or cooking lasagna. My mum might even be a better writer than me. In Thailand I urged her to finally submit some of her work to be published. I submitted my own work too. Hers was published; mine exceeded their word limit. Yep, that hurt. She is also an amazing singer; a talent I unfortunately did not inherit despite my best efforts.
Somewhere beautiful in Canada.
  1. You will find out who they were before they were just your personal maid, chef, nurse and item-locater. Warning: you may not want to. My Mum was not quite the image of the innocent teenager that she painted to me when I was younger. There were boys, alcohol, and a little bit of pot. She even had a pair of “pot-smoking pants” which she was wearing the night she met my Dad.* I’m not sure how I feel about this.
  1. And you will find out who they are now. I feel like most people don’t really know their parents. I am not one of them. I probably know too much about my Mum, and she probably knows a little bit too much about me. And I’m okay with that, mostly.
On the beach at Khao Lak.
On the beach at Khao Lak.
  1. I learnt that we should not attempt a duet to Grease’s Summer Nights without rehearsing prior. Or a duet in general.
  1. My mum snores, loudly. It’s probably hereditary. Sorry Toby.
Another day in paradise.
  1. You will develop a new relationship that no longer exists around discipline; rather, friendship, fabulous food and amazing experiences. You reach a new era, where you can really enjoy each other’s company and get to know each other beyond the boundaries of just mother and daughter.

Okay I guess I am glad I learnt that last one.

* Disclaimer: My Mum hasn’t smoked pot in 30 years, and probably would no longer fit into those hippy pants, just in case anyone was planning on calling DOCS.

10 things I learnt when traveling with my Nanna

This year I was lucky enough to be taken on an amazing trip around Canada and Alaska for 3 weeks with my Nanna and my Mum. This is what I learnt.

  1. As I’ve grown older I feel an overwhelming desire and responsibility to protect my Nanna as she protected me when I was a child. My Nan is 84 years old, hits the gym 3 times a week and showed everyone how zip-lining was done through Whistler’s mountains, but I still found myself watching her step and reaching for her hand as she unloaded the coach. Although, no matter what my age a hug from my Nanna will always take me back to the time my hand fit nearly onto her soft palm, and her rosy perfume clung to my blonde curls.
Nan and I (1996)
  1. I learnt that traveling with me keeps my Nan young. From taking her on ghost tours through the rumoured haunted hotel, to doing the chicken dance with her in an empty ballroom, I have her giggling “like a school girl.” I can safely say she knows who Beyoncé is because of me.
Nan, 84, zip-lining in Whistler. With grace, of course.
  1. Family secrets and past lives are revealed. I always pictured my Nan as only the angelic, English woman who fed me boiled sweets and taught me tricks on the trampoline, until I read her life story a few months ago. Her stories shocked me, as I was yet to even hear a swear word pass her lipsticked lips.

She was a woman before her time – well educated and ambitious. As I urged her to tell me tales of her life on our trip, she revealed nights of dancing with “fetching” Denmark men, how she fell in love with my Grandpa, and how she fell out of love with him. As we strolled through the trails of Banff, arms linked and breathing in the scent of pine, I questioned her on experiences of the war and an abusive older brother. These are moments I will treasure forever, and stories that your own grandparents are desperate to tell you if you take the time to listen (and throw in a glass of wine, or two).

A few glasses of wine on the Rocky Mountaineer, and all the secrets came flowing out.
A few glasses of wine on the Rocky Mountaineer, and all the secrets came flowing out.
  1. You learn who your grandparents were before they were just your grandparents. They have had amazing lives and careers that most of us are completely unaware of. My Nan grew up in a time that I have only seen featured in films, under threat of bombing, and when love letters were delivered into a letterbox not an inbox. She was clever, cheeky and classy. A dancer, a singer, and a thrill-seeker. She worked with the deaf and the blind, and was a pioneer in her field at a time when women were only just beginning to infiltrate male-dominated work places.
  1. And she is that same young girl. Just with a pension and sun spots. She has been known to still crash Bollywood weddings in Banff.
Riding the gondola over Whistler.
  1. They get to really know you. For the first time my Nan saw me tipsy (and on cold and flu medication) and kept gasping at how she had never been me so “silly”, as I tried to teach her how to dance to Single Ladies. They see you, flaws and all – the flaws you are usually able to hide at family get togethers.
  1. It is hard to watch someone you love get older. As a kid I struggled to keep up with my active Nan, as she took me bush walking behind her house, on a search for blue tongue lizards. But now, I have to slow my step to walk at her pace. It can be frustrating, and it is scary to consider their mortality. But even though my Nan’s hearing has deteriorated, her heart remains young. And she will out dance you any night of the week.
Our love for champagne must be hereditary.
  1. I learnt that there is a much larger generational gap between my Mum and my Nan, than my Mum and I, that didn’t allow them to have the same close relationship that my own Mum and I have. Things were different back then, and parents weren’t allowed to be your friend. Today, we are much more honest. I am probably a bit too honest for my Nan’s liking, but at least we can be real.
Three generations take Canada and Alaska.
Three generations take Canada and Alaska.
  1. It may be cliché, but grandparents really do hold an immensity of wisdom that can only be learnt over a lifetime. My Nan knows she has made mistakes; in her marriage, in her parenting, in her single life. Over Baileys and a decadent brownie Nan told me all the problems in her marriage could have been resolved if they had of had maturity. She also said to travel young, always wear layers, and pack a pair of fresh knickers in your backpack.
  1. You will create new memories. Traveling for 22 days through two countries, 6 hotels, and countless cities will always be time I will cherish. I know not many people can say they get that opportunity, and I hope I took every chance to hear her stories, hold her soft hand and try to piece together her life in an era I only learnt about in school.
Nan’s hugs are the best. No matter what age.

You are never too old to become younger” – Mae West

10 things you’ll learn when you travel with your partner

10 things you’ll learn when you travel with your partner

Travelling opens your eyes to a whole new world, and it can also open your eyes to a whole new aspect of your relationship. In 2014 and 2015 my boyfriend, Toby, and I went to Bali, this is what I learnt..

  1. Airports suck. They are stressful, they are slow, they are pretty shitty all-round (minus duty-free, of course.) I need a prescription just to make it through the airport without having a panic attack. I’ve learnt (or am trying to learn) not to let it put a dampener on the beginning of you trip. Cudos to Toby for dealing with my psychosis in airports. That’s how I knew he was a keeper.

    Toby and I crying because Jetstar sucks.
  2. You will fight. If someone tells you they didn’t fight with their partner on their holiday, they are lying or I need to meet them immediately. It will probably be about something stupid, like directions – what is it with guys “winging it” in a foreign country? Or the most common argument that follows the weighted question, “Where do you want to go to dinner tonight?” If you are like me, it may be alcohol-induced. I think it is normal for any couple getting their bearings with the unknown; that be in a new country, or a new stage in their relationship. Let’s face it; to be with anyone in confined spaces can be difficult.
“So, where do you want to eat for dinner?”

3. Speaking of confined spaces, you are going to have to go to the toilet. Especially if your holiday is to a tropical, third-world destination like Bali, or Thailand, where the water is laced with delights that leave you clutching your stomach in sweats. There really is no hiding Bali belly. So the illusion we’ve been creating that “girls don’t poo” is quickly disintegrated. Be prepared. And pack Imodium, and maybe ear plugs because you may hear things that you would prefer not to.

4. Point 2 refers to other bodily functions too, like vomiting. Toby had never seen me vomit before our trip to Bali in 2014, because I’m classy like that. Until I decided (in holiday-mode) it would be fine to drink 300 Long Island ice teas. It wasn’t. And it resulted in me projectile vomiting of one of the famous cliff-bars in Bali with poor Toby holding my tangled hair back. Yep, classy.

The night Toby learnt I vomit after excessive alcohol. Yes, we look very sober.

5. It will bring you closer. You create memories that you’ll hold onto forever – the good and the bad. I don’t think either of us will ever forget the robust laugh of our taxi driver in Bali that referred to us as Kuta and Rhonda, and drove us to McDonald’s at 1am. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry (hopefully not, but I definitely did) and you’ll ultimately develop a better understanding of your partner.

Fighting? Never. Look how happy we look.
Fighting? Us? Never.

6. Or it may make you realise you are not meant to be together. Better to find out now then your honeymoon.

7. You will learn new things about each other, and also from each other. Some things you may not want to know – refer to point 2. I learnt my boyfriend is cool, calm and collected under pressure and the polar opposite of me, but it works. I’m pretty sure if we missed our flight he would simply shrug his shoulders – I would spontaneously combust. He still is teaching me patience, and to “go with the flow.” I’ve taught him to appreciate fine dining, and never to settle for cold toast.

At Ku De Ta. 2014

8. You get an insight into what it would be like to live with your partner, but with an expiration date. It’s the perfect time to test how you would survive living together. You discover who is the neat freak (not me), and who is the messy one (probably me, but hey, I’m on holidays!) But remember, at home you won’t have 24/7 room service, a butler, and a room with the view of the ocean.

9. Guys don’t make very good photographers. They don’t know they need to take at least 6 photos, and that candid photos are better for Instagram.

Me like, “Lets get a cute beach selfie”. Toby like, “Are you seriously taking more photos?”

10. There’s a level of comfort you gain by travelling with your partner. I remember in the early stages of our relationship, setting my alarm early so I could perfect my “just rolled out of bed” hair and make up, before he awoke – think Kristen Wig in Bridesmaids. But whilst travelling sometimes you just have to say screw it. The first day in Bali my hair was lovely and straight, my make up fresh, only to meet the harsh humidity which caused my already unruly hair to frizz and make up to disappear. By the last few days I was waking up hungover from dancing on bars till 3am, sporting sexy Panda eyes and wearing an oversized tee, stained with the remnants of last nights room service. If Toby can see me like that and still want to be with me, that’s true love.

We scrub up alright.

Ultimately, there are things that will get on your nerves. There are things that will make you fall more in love with them. There are things that will make you want to stab them in the eye with a fork. But travelling with your partner can be one of the best experiences – in your life and in your relationship. The two trips I shared with Toby made me appreciate him more than ever, and made me more secure in our future together. Word of advice, just don’t fly Jetstar.

Can I be 18 forever, please?

Can I be 18 forever, please?

I think I’m having a quarter life crisis.

It all began when I realised 21 would officially be my last significant birthday till I turn 30. T-H-I-R-T-Y.

Then my dad gave me the papers to my car. I read over the papers, confused. Why did he give me these? He deals with all this car stuff…. Then I read my name on the papers. Oh shit. The menacing statement that had been dangled over my head for the past three years replayed in my mind, “I’m only paying for everything up until you finish university.”

3 years ago that seemed such a distant threat, but now that I am finishing uni in June I can already see the bills – phone bill: $100, car insurance: $1000, health insurance: JUST TAKE MY SOUL.

Or at least I will be.

Oh and did I mention I’m moving houses too? You could say I’ve had some sleepless nights recently.

When I thought about turning 21 as a kid I thought I’d definitely have my shit together. Ignorantly I thought I’d be working at some glamorous magazine, or travelling the world doing press for my bestselling book. So to still be at university and interning for free around working for actual money at my retail job, makes me feel like I’ve already failed.

So not only do I have my dad’s dialogue playing on repeat in my head, I have my own which tends to go a bit like this:

What am I doing with my life?

Should I have a proper job by now?

Why aren’t I rich and successful yet?

Maybe I’m not ambitious enough?

No, no that can’t be it.

Okay, maybe that’s it.

Maybe I should look at the jobs available?

Omg there’s nothing. I’ll just die now.

It’s a weird age, 21. All of a sudden you’re in the real world. People expect things of you. They want you to actually do stuff – adult stuff, like cook and wash your own clothes. People I know are even getting engaged and having babies and successful careers. And I’m like WTF I caught a train to work for the first time the other day and it was the proudest moment of my life thus far. True story.

You’re engaged? I can’t even commit to what I’m having for lunch.

It’s weird because you want to be treated like an adult, to be respected and taken seriously. But you also would still like pocket money, your clothes washed and ironed once a week, and dinner on the table by 7pm. It’s also weird because I’ve found that 50% of me is content being the girl who does yoga, drinks green tea, reads books, and goes to bed early; while the other 50% of me wants to wear my sexiest outfit and do shots in a strip club while dancing to dirty music until I black out #YOLO.

It’s a catch 21.

With overachievers talented people like Mark Zuckerberg around – who created his $80 billion dollar company (that little thing called Facebook) by the time he was 21- it’s easy to feel inadequate. Or Lauren Dekker who sailed around the world solo when she was just 14. And here I am thinking it’s an achievement to learn how to catch public transport.

When all these comparisons and expectations flood my thoughts, I often think back to being 18. Ah, the good old days. Where metabolisms were fast, responsibilities were low and alcohol-intake high. No one expects anything from an 18-year-old. Well, apart from being irresponsible. Yes, it was only 3 years ago that I was 18, but the days where I could stay out past 12am without thinking about work the next day seems like another life time.

I can, but I don’t wanna

So there you have it. My quarter life crisis – if I live till 84, that is.

But hey, you’re only as young as you feel, right?

Why are we using social media to validate our relationships?

Why are we using social media to validate our relationships?

It’s no secret that social media has become the platform for showing off – here’s my new watch, here’s my new bag, here’s $5000 of Moet. Yes Rich Kids of Instagram I’m looking at you.

Really RKOI?
Really RKOI?

With pictures like these, my mandatory morning Instagram scroll (admit it, you know what I mean) often leaves me with feelings of inadequacy before I’ve even had breakfast.

But most recently another type of post has been getting on my nerves – the relationship post. Not sure what I mean? I’ll give you a taster of some of sweet incredibly annoying captions I see scrolling through my news feed on a daily basis.

He’s perfect #bestboyfriend you are the man of my dreams #romance#romantic#ilovehim

This little lady never stops amazing me. When I thought you couldn’t get any better you always manage to up the level. Everytime I look at you, it is like falling in love all over again #mygirl

Best boyfriend ever! I’m inlove JJJ Thank you! #6monthanniversary


So now I not only have to feel bad about not having a private jet or mounds of cash, I also start to feel bad about my own relationship; why isn’t my relationship like that? I don’t remember getting anything for my 6-month anniversary… Why doesn’t my boyfriend post pictures announcing his ever-lasting love for me? And then I actually find myself asking my boyfriend some of those questions OUT LOUD. Oh, the shame. Don’t worry, I hate myself just as much as you do right now.

I can still hate on couples if I'm in a couple, right?
I can still hate on couples if I’m in a couple, right?

Yes I know, we aren’t supposed to compare. As my boyfriend likes to remind me – “Every relationship is different”. But c’mon, it’s 2015 and I’m a Gen Y – I compare everything.

Social media has allowed us to create better, filter-enhanced versions of ourselves. Feeling ugly? Valencia will fix that for you. Rumours your boyfriend is cheating? Just upload a photo of you two looking happier than ever #forever. Or my favourite, the fake-that-I-am-deliriously-happy post break up upload where smiles are mandatory and a glass of wine optional #freshstart.

So are we enhancing what we have, or just completely faking it?

I’m going to let you in on a little secret – I faked it. I faked it, hard. My boyfriend and I have been together for three years – two of them good, one of them bad. Our first year together was hard. He probably wasn’t ready for a relationship, and which made me even more desperate to make it work. If I couldn’t do that, I needed to portray it was working, via Instagram, of course.

So candid. So happy. So constructed.
So candid. So happy. So constructed.

I know I’m not alone here. I’ve had friends in the past who’ve been in the midst of a break up but still posting photos with their soon-to-be-ex captioned #soulmate. And they are just the few psycho ladies I’m close enough with to know better.

Through our phones (no one uses computers anymore, right?) we are given this little peep into other people’s relationships, but we forget this peep is altered, it’s refined and it’s how they want the be perceived by the online world. I mean whose really going to publicise their boyfriend cancelling their plans to drink beers with da boiz. Been there.

A friend once said to me, “The best sign of a healthy relationship is no sign of it on Facebook.” Since we are in the digital era of 2015 I realise that no sign of a relationship on Facebook means it probably doesn’t exist. But I believe a healthy relationship is one that is not pimped out on social media. And I’m speaking from experience.

In the early days of my relationship I felt it necessary to flood people’s feeds with pictures of the two of us, or posts to his Facebook wall with the standard marking-my-territory love heart <3. Now when I see someone doing the same thing, I can recognize they are probably very insecure about their relationship.

I’m not saying I don’t upload photos of Toby and I now, but it’s not to prove anything to anyone – it’s most likely because I was having a good hair day.

Example one of my good hair day.
Example one of my good hair day.

I think once you are truly happy in your relationship, you stop caring what other people think. If you know your relationship is good, there is no need to persuade others with photos/videos/Snapchats. I’ve realised there are moments that should be sacred, and there are moments where your phone doesn’t belong and can actually ruin the moment of spontaneity or romance. Not everything needs to be shared to your entire social media network – people with over 100 engagement photos; I’m looking at you.

Surprisingly you can actually go to a romantic dinner without checking in on Facebook and/or taking 35 photos perfectly timed ‘kissing photos’.

So the next time you’re scrolling and start wondering – Wtf why didn’t my boyfriend give me a Michael Kors watch on our one month anniversary? Remember there is more than meets the eye. And there is more than what makes your FB feed.

Feelings of inadequacy BE GONE.

Don’t you wish it were that easy?


Is Chivalry Dead?


When was the last time a guy pulled out a chair for you at dinner? Or opened your car door? Offered their seat to you on a bus? Brought you flowers for a reason other than an apology? And no, your Dad doesn’t count.

In this digital era where apps like Tinder and Snapchat and the general immediacy of socialisation has revolutionised how we interact, has chivalry become obsolete?

I remember the first time I realised chivalry was on its way out. I was waiting in line to use the bathroom at a friend’s party, cursing that I had broken the seal* earlier in the night. When the door finally opened, my boyfriend took the opportunity to swoop in front of me, making me wait another five minutes. Whilst it was such an insignificant event that could be blamed mostly on alcohol, it still crosses my mind every time the concept of chivalry arises.

Recently I extended the question of chivalry’s existence to my classmates. With the class being predominantly female and passionate in their opinions, opposing views configured rather quickly. One student said she was offended when men opened doors for her or offered to help her carry her books because feminism. She said she could do those things for herself; she is a strong independent woman who doesn’t need a man. Having just read an article titled “Chivalry is dead and feminism is to blame” I couldn’t help but cringe at the statement. When did opening a door become sexist?

As women of Generation Y we are accustomed to opening our own doors, pulling out our own seat, splitting the bill, and shivering in the cold whilst making subtle cues that we would like our male companion’s jacket. We are independent and empowered, yet I often find myself somewhere between wanting to be empowered, and wanting to be taken care of.

In the Telegraph UK article, Journalist Martin Daubney reported that 54% of men would drive past a woman struggling to change her tyre. Whilst this statistic was shamed when presented on ITV’s This Morning, Daubney said that it is post-feminist backlash; men are no longer acting chivalrous because they’re scared they will appear patronising. In the fight for equality, we seem to have killed, or at least severely injured, chivalry.

“I honestly think extreme feminists are slowing down the process”, said my friend Nick when I asked if he believed in chivalry. He said whilst he would give up his seat for a women, he’d be wary of who the woman was because she could take offense. Is this what feminism has wrought? The death of manners? When did offering a seat become chauvinistic instead of a sign of respect?

I can’t help but contrast the standards of past generations to the standards I see in young people today; where good morning texts replace letters of affection, an Instagram like replaces an actual compliment, casual hook ups replace actual dates and doors are closed on people’s faces. The last time my Dad ducked around me at a restaurant to pull out my chair I was so clueless to what he was doing I moved and sat on another seat, thinking he had wanted the seat for himself. In this day and age we have become so accustomed to equality, women have allowed men to get away with the bare minimum.

The only three males in the class shared this opinion; that men don’t have to work for it (it being sex) the way they used to in the past. This opinion was also shared by John Picciuto in the article “Why Chivalry is Dead, From a Man’s Perspective.” He says that with woman allowing guys to get away with the bare minimum, it has established a standard in chivalry expectations. Guys no longer need to buy flowers and go on expensive dates to get sex; they just swipe left until they find someone to satisfy them. Or send out a group text asking to “hang out” and wait for the most desperate to reply. Whilst I believe that men and women are equally to blame for the breakdown of chivalry, I can see Picciuto’s point.


If sexual promiscuity were replaced by actually getting to know someone and maybe even the age-old concept of dating, men would be forced to act a lot more chivalrous. Which got me thinking, is chivalry really dead or has it just followed wherever being lady-like went? This doesn’t mean woman who channel their inner Samantha Jones should be shamed – all power to you. But chivalry should still be encouraged in every encounter especially the sexual kind.

In the early days of my own relationship, my boyfriend was somewhat unaware of how to treat a woman. And it was not completely his fault. There is an assumption that chivalry is something that men are born with but that is not the case; it is something that is learned, or rather enforced. Whilst Toby knew that women should be treated with more respect than you might treat a male friend, he had never been forced to act chivalrous in any of his female encounters. He’d never had to worry about expensive dinners, or coming to the door instead of sending an “I’m here” text. Simply, he had been with a lot of Samanthas.

There is a call for women to reexamine how they accept being treated. If women can have higher standards in what they accept, men are likely to meet these standards in what they offer. As one of my favourite quote says, “Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it’s our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you’d like to have dinner with.”


In class, when a male classmate asked why he should adhere to the societal expectation of being chivalrous if woman are no longer expected to be a homemaker, our tutor quickly intervened. “Chivalry isn’t only for men”, Jack said. Jack, about the same age of my father, explained that the class seemed to have forgotten what being chivalrous is really about; common courtesy. His answer to the student was if you don’t want to just show kindness to woman, than show it everyone. He said he is constantly amazed on public transport when people, male or female, don’t offer their seats to elderly people or pregnant women.

My friend and frequent passenger of public transport, Emily says, “Even getting on to a train men will not let a lady on first even if you where at the door first. Some how I find myself at the end being pushed out-of-the-way by men just so they can get to a seat before myself… No one is a gentleman anymore.”

But chivalry is more than being a gentleman; it is about being a good person whether you are male or female. It exists outside the context of dating, rather in the way you treat people in everyday life. If feminism has equalised the playing fields, then it is not only men that should be expected to offer their seats to the elderly or the pregnant. It’s woman too. Chivalry should not just be reserved for woman, but for everyone.

If your boyfriend pays for dinner, say thank you. If a stranger holds open a door for you, be appreciative. If someone is struggling with their shopping bags, be chivalrous yourself and offer to help them. And if you’re offered a seat, don’t shut it down and label the act as sexist, because its not. Women, don’t accept less than your worth because men will only match that in what they offer. Chivalry needs to escape this chauvinistic mindset, and be encouraged by everyone in hope of ensuring its future existence. Because right now it’s on life support.

“The modern woman can do it all by herself, but the modern man should always be there to help her anyway”

* The point at which you first go the toilet after you have been drinking your favorite alcoholic beverage and at this point you will be going to the toilet every ten minutes