Sorry, NatWest, you can’t buy your way out of history

What a disappointing start to the morning. You all know I'm loud with my #financialfeminism drum. And if you want to know why, look no further than the new #MrBanker campaign from @NatWest_Help and @StylistMagazine. pic.twitter.com/AaQT6ivR3H — Harriet Allner (@TheScribbleBug) May 22, 2019 Financial feminism. The belief in the financial equality of women. The effort … Continue reading Sorry, NatWest, you can’t buy your way out of history

Anything but Ordinary: twenty-something ambition explained with Disney

Is all this hard work really what I want? I suspect a lot of twenty-somethings have asked something similar at one time or another – at uni, in careerland, whilst scraping mould from the shower curtain. For example, it might be the question that pops into your head one Friday evening when you’ve had a … Continue reading Anything but Ordinary: twenty-something ambition explained with Disney

No Taboo, No Problem: Writing about Controversial Topics

Tuesday, 7.30pm, logging on to twitter. I’m leaving work, passing elegant Georgian houses-turned-offices, cutting through leafy squares full of exhausted suits, smiling when I run into someone with a friendly dog that doesn’t care that it’s London and talking to strangers just isn’t the done thing. There’s something about that time of the day: the shackles … Continue reading No Taboo, No Problem: Writing about Controversial Topics

On Silence & Speaking Up (Or Why Our Voices Matter)

The way we react and talk about trauma has changed thanks to the rise of social media and 24-hr news cycles. Recently, we saw this following the massacre in Orlando, the murder of MP Jo Cox, the EU Referendum more generally. All very different events. All followed by outpourings of grief, condolence, anger, support that went viral and … Continue reading On Silence & Speaking Up (Or Why Our Voices Matter)

How To Be A Heroine

As a twentysomething, I often feel as if I am 'in training to be a heroine' like Jane Austen's Catherine Morland. Because even though I know there's no real narrative to any life outside of books, there's still a part of me searching ... after all if I'm not the heroine in my own life then what's the bloody point?