A Woman of Substance
Things get messy in more ways than one in Coralie Fargeat's feminist body horror.
Who's a plastic Māori?
How Māori is Māori enough? The answer is... this question is a bad one.
Fuck yeah, it's bird rating time
Down with cynicism, up with the native bird of my choosing! It's our wholesome moment in the sun, Aotearoans. IT'S BIRD OF THE YEAR, BABY.
That terrible day
Moata recounts the events of 15 March 2019 as she experienced them (i.e. from the outside).
Well, this sucks
I had an entirely different post planned for today but that one was kind of a downer and I don't think it's necessarily what's required on this particular day, in this particular cursed timeline. I did not sleep well last night. This is down
Very bad things
Royal Commissions of Inquiry aren't set up every day, and their recommendations aren't a Christmas wishlist that you should feel free to pick and choose from...
Fear and loathing in New Plymouth
An anti-g-string petition brings to the fore some of our less than gracious attitudes towards women's bodies.
Despite all my rage
Female rage seems to be a topic of discussion recently and actually... yeah, I am extremely pissed off, now you mention it.
Little treats: I am Westley (sort of), a movie boyband, and Bridgerton!
It's all about the bite-sized, snackable, tapas-style content this week when I talk embarrassment, a nautical boyband, and Bridgerton!
I love rom-coms (but there are a couple of things I hate)
It's a hard road finding the perfect rom-com... and Moata has found one she really hated, but also has some ideas about the perfect rom-com ending.
These kids today...
There are lots of reasons that the world gives us to be cynical... I share a small moment of loveliness.
In the cold light of dawn
How to stay warm without using electricity. Moata reminisces on heating sources of days gone by and suggests some unorthodox ways to bring the heat to your home.