Anna McMartin - The End is Naenae (Page 2)

The End is Naenae

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Raging against a machine made up of humans

In confidence for my paid subscribers, and thank you in advance for reading in the spirit intended. Wellington is a small city in a small country, and I don't want to make life worse for anyone involved in this situation.

For the love of feminism, let’s stop dick-shaming

This piece isn’t about shaming dick-shamers, I promise. Be aware we will touch on misogyny and violence, and there’s some pretty strong language in places. I won’t lie to you: sometimes I laugh at teeny-dick jokes. It’s a guilty pleasure, not so much because

If the shoe fits

My son: “Hi Mum. I’m off to buy shoes.” Me: “What’s that going to cost?” My son: “A hundred bucks. But it’s my money. And you don’t want to buy my shoes – so we agreed I’d do it, remember?”

Going back to school

Going back to school

Please note this piece talks briefly about animal cruelty. It's the job of any generation to care for the ones that follow. My kids are big now, the younger having finished secondary a year ago, but I’m still grateful my sons' schools did their best to

Is there anybody out there?

Some people have a gift for technology, and I'm not one of them.

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