22 & not a clue

There is a section in Melbourne's MX - Australian version of the Metro, where people can write in to ' Here's Looking At You&...

Whoever said sexism is dead needs a slap in the face. I narrowly avoided a fine on the tram this morning because of these babies, how eas...

So me and my 22 year old brain have been having a lot of fun over the past two months. More so than we have done in a long time. I mean I...

Letting go is rather like a bikini wax. You know you need to do it, you know it's good for you, you know you can't bare yourself ag...

When you tell someone you're in your 20s and you're a ______ (fill the blank). They may roll their eyes, or smile at you wistfull...

It feels like your early twenties are spent in a nauseating state of flux between anxiety and panic. "What will I do? Who Will I be? W...

The morning commute is never a pleasure. It is to most, a dreaded part of the 9-5 routine. Although let's face it, it's more like 6:...

What a curious thing it is to consider that part of your life, a chapter if you like, is over. Published and done with. I will never drive a...

Increasingly I'm noticing things that never seemed to matter before which now alter everything in their finite detail. Like the creases...

The world truly is a funny place. Last night I met an 18 year old who had never been kissed, never had a drink and never smoked anything in ...