The death of the women’s magazine
The magazines I worked for weren’t perfect. But they were better than what we have now
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The magazines I worked for weren’t perfect. But they were better than what we have now
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It’s only two-thirds of the way through the month and I have minus £25 in the bank
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On eating spaghetti alle vongole and getting a call from the bailiffs
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When does one truly become an adult?
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Not even a serious pain in the neck
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I highly commend Labour MP Samantha Niblett’s erotic new initiative
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Our culture has quantified beauty, and lost hotness along the way
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It is nowhere near as easy as you might think
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