As some of you know, I have naturally curly hair. Growing up with afro curly hair in the ’80s was not as easy as it sounds.
Blessed with corkscrew curls and an unruly mane that no comb could tame, I tried every hair product on the limited Australian market to control my curls.
As the ’80s perm became passé, I realised that I was one of only a few waving the naturally curly hair flag. Read more »
People say that there are not a lot of single, heterosexual men left over the age of thirty. That?s true if you are standing in Oxford St in Sydney or Commercial St in Prahan which sort of dampens your perspective. I think it is probably more accurate to say that there are not a lot of eligible heterosexual men in this town that you can bare to give a second look and want to bring home to meet mother or are we as most of the women?s magazines incessantly pointing out, just going to the wrong places? I decided to test this theory and joined a gym, which was deemed one of the ?right? places to meet eligible men.
Perhaps I should introduce myself. This is no loser in love story … no Bridget Jones singing hapless love songs, no Carrie Bradshaw lusting over the unattainable, yet sexy and desirable Mr Big. This is more about the strong, self-sufficient female only wanting to settle ?for the one’ in a world full of twos, threes and even fours. It’s so unjust how a man can still be an eligible bachelor at thirty-five whereas a woman can be considered to be a spinster at thirty but I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know. That damn biological clock, it’s accountable for so many things.
I am a freelance writer in my 30's who enjoys writing about women’s issues, dating, fashion, exercise and fitness, trying to make sense of a world obsessed by couples, calories and celebrities. I have worked in media and entertainment for over five years and write engaging and compelling copy including web copy, feature articles, media releases etc.
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