No, I don’t want to send nudes. No, I don’t want to wear high heels. No, I don’t want to get a hotel room with you. We only just met. No, I don’t want to tolerate your swearing or spitting or berating your ex.
You have carved out a place in my heart that will never be filled. Those human shaped holes, though they may be empty are our shared history. To all the men I have loved, thank you.
When Danielle Kennedy took over Lloyd's hair salon, she only had the equivalent of one week's wages in her bank account. She was getting married in a week and paying a hefty mortgage. Yet, she took a massive risk and it's really paid off.
She's the feisty Waterford gal who's not afraid to wear sequins or a mourning suit to Super Valu at 10am for milk. Read about Vintage Agnes and how she earned her title in this week's Woman Crush Wednesday.
Verging on middle age; not quite sea hag, not yet swan, Mary Cate (AKA me) is a self-professed kook with a love of man-repelling outfits, raging feminist outbursts and high brow cultural escapades. Has no access to the top shelf (5' 2"). Expect hair. Lots of hair.
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