Lifestyle

By Lauren Hermanus I read (on a blog) that chicks and okes are different. I shuddered. But my shuddering was linguistically motivated. I like other colonially trained young ladies find the word, “chick”, inane. I find the invoked comparison of a female of the human species with a downy, speechless, flightless, tweeting little thing, odd. […]

The obvious answer to this question is no day is a good day to die. Because until it is proven that the afterlife exists, with its bevy of virgins and bad-ass harp music, dead is dead. And anyway why are virgins good? Not like they put out. Reminds me of an old bumper sticker I […]

It’s not every day you meet someone from Raleigh while travelling in Lusaka, Zambia. Dale Lewis might not have intended to spend decades in the landlocked African country of 12 million, but his passion for protecting wildlife and for conservation led him there — and his entrepreneurial spirit and desire to lift farmers from poverty while […]

Are all religions like a cult? If you have a number of subscribers who believe that by following a particular way of life, and performing particular activities regularly they will be taken to some place better, and will be better people, is this madness? Should we have any faith in faith? My friends and I […]

by Ilham Rawoot It’s quite something for a young lady to visit a strip club. I’d always thought of myself as rather liberal, but I found myself averting my gaze from anything round for quite a while. And when I finally got a bit more comfortable, I wish I’d remained coy. You see, men don’t […]

By Lauren Hermanus I read (on a blog) that chicks and okes are different. I shuddered. But my shuddering was linguistically motivated. I like other colonially trained young ladies find the word, “chick”, inane. I find the invoked comparison of a female of the human species with a downy, speechless, flightless, tweeting little thing, odd. […]

Last night, when the rain returned and the light from the robots leaked into the slick dark streets, the dog took a turn for the worse. She was vomiting, her abdomen was distended; she balanced on trembling legs, her hind limbs extended like awkward props. “This dog needs medical attention,” my mother said. I phoned […]

Having vowed recently never to write about he-who-shall-not-be-named and reflected on the kind of thing I do for a living (ie advertising), I thought it was high time, again, for the sort of post that takes blatant advantage of the fact that I have an audience on whom I can inflict gloriously masochistic inventories of […]

By Adam Wakefield One Sunday I was with a group friends at a bar, when my friend approached me to use my phone since his battery had died. I naturally agreed, and promptly took out my SIM card so he could use his. While my friend was busy away with my phone, a distraction in […]