Critics slammed your recent film ‘Don’t Look Up’ — but I loved it. — Dear Adam, Thank you for making Don’t Look Up. This is basically the crux of my letter — you’re a film producer, and I’ve learnt through an albeit limited level of exposure to film producers that they are incredibly busy. …

Our social media posts are the museum pieces of the future Twelve months ago, I made an aim for myself to be less normal on the internet. I have never shared extensive parts of my life online and I have always been someone who fusses over the wording of posts…

How careers coaches and mentors could actually offer some real advice — The narrative was so familiar, that it slipped into my ears almost unnoticed. “You’ve got to be thirsty”, the agent on the other side of the Zoom screen was saying, “When I was younger, I was the thirstiest one out there. I got where I am because I worked harder…

How learning to dance is teaching me how to fail — I have never been ‘a dancer’. Sometimes, if I’m doing a yoga pose with fancy fingers, or standing in a queue with my legs splayed quasi-ballet style, people ask me if I’m a dancer. But I tell them no. I just dance. I danced as a ten-year-old in a sequined…

A fascinating research organisation is using AI to decode animal communications Dear Earth Species Project, I am writing this post for my 25 followers so that 25 more people may know that it is theoretically possible to understand Whale. I was going to wait to write this until I was…

A message from a (mostly) reformed existentialist — The concept of Heaven used to leave me paralysed with terror. My stomach would clench and drop, my heart-rate would accelerate, my mind would twist into black knots as I strained to imagine the unimaginable experience of eternity. Wandering, alone, in eucalyptus-scented scrub at sunset, a day’s worth of family…

Please try again later. — You have reached the Universal Department of Life Passions and Callings. Hello? Can you hear me? Oh it’s great to connect! Yes — it is my first day on the job! I have a brand new client here, four years old. She likes trees, pretty flying things, and saying big…

An ode to the space in which my ‘womynhood’ unfurled Oh Womyn’s Room, oh Womyn’s Room, I’m pretty sure you saved my life. Hidden behind ghastly 1950s red brick, in your quiet sanctuary I did delight. Each day I was on campus, to your dustiness I would retreat. …

Re-entering the (high-risk! extreme!) world of social dance — I used to breathe into the faces of strangers. We would lean into each others’ bodies and exhale politely through our noses, faces ten centimetres apart. We could learn the pace of each other’s hearts, speaking through our skins as our muscles synchronized in movement. On hot nights, we would…