Dadbods are male bodies that have become out of shape owing to years of neglect due to having children, who restrict you from any form of diet or exercise. Even your Saturday night knee-trembler won’t burn enough kilojoules to counter the effects of this look. They are fleshy, like an over-boiled cabbage. If you pushed your finger into the flesh,… Read more »
How can I be a capable, competent, semi-educated, semi-upright woman and be writing about a supermarket? Coz we all need supermarkets. We all go to them. We all wander around with the small basket Vague Shopping and then crave a trolley because we are going to overspend. It’s important. When I go on Sunday nights, the dads are… Read more »
We all know what is meant by a man bun. Every now and then, a confusing and polarizing fashion trend comes along and usually lands squarely on the face, arms, legs or some other body part of maledom. This time it’s the man bun. They were around circa 1991 at Soundgarden (Bad Motorfinger era) concerts, but the hair was… Read more »
Once upon a time, I used to attend a Craft Fair in what was called the Cook Street Hall, Howick, Auckland. They had small useless patches of felt covered with beading that you placed on your mantle piece. They had doilies. There were big bright jars filled with amber liquid and stuffed with yellow capsicums. There were carved driftwood Kiwi… Read more »
I’m noticing that even in television advertising, big beards are still making their mark —probably for the first time since the 1970s. In particular, in advertising, such the NZ Post ad, where that company swap out actual reliable postal deliveries for Charles Dance getting shorn by beardy, tattooed ex-First Dates contestants. In any case, they are fine beards, and it’s… Read more »