I really didn’t want to write this, but after several people contacted me today, I fear I may have to give this fire a little oxygen before snuffing it out for good.
Earlier this week, a photograph cropped up on Facebook. It’s innocuous enough, but it was posted to open a discussion. Contrary to popular belief, we women don’t walk around looking for things to be offended by, but it was nice to be asked the question, ‘Is this okay?’ Continue reading
If I told you I was going to write an article on a group of people comprising predominantly middle class white men, I’m pretty sure you’d assume it wasn’t complimentary. Patriarchy! Glass ceiling! Sexism! Yes, those things all exist, and yes, a bunch of middle class white men are largely to blame for a lot of it. But this is about a rather different animal: the OCR man. Continue reading
A little while back, I wrote a post about body confidence. I generally use blogging as a bit of a mind fart, but it seemed to resonate with more people than I had first anticipated. I saw my post being shared on Facebook walls, commented on by people I didn’t know and being passed around on Twitter. It was then that I realised:
This should be a thing.
OCR has forced me to confront a lot of issues – my mental health, my physical health and fitness, but somewhat inadvertently, my body image. Continue reading
I basically rock (yes, I said rock) two styles for OCR, after that one disastrous time that I wore a ponytail.
Ladies, NEVER wear a ponytail.
Unless you fancy getting clothes-lined by a hole in a cargo net, or leaving your head behind you, in which case, pony up.