My name is Eliza Quinn, and I am a grown woman who loves hot chocolate. Coffee is just angry, bitter water, and I will fight anyone who tries to make me feel otherwise. Hot chocolate on the other hand, is totally delightful and I would gladly drain my bloodstream and replace it with warm, chocolatey … Continue reading Cocoa You Didn’t – A Guide to Melbourne’s Best Hot Chocolates
In recent weeks (and months, and years, and millennia) there has been a lot of discussion of toxic masculinity – the notion that certain male-coded behaviours are damaging, to the individual expressing them and the people surrounding them. Toxic masculinity is exhausting, and once I started to learn about it, I began to see it … Continue reading The Restorative Masculinity of Bob’s Burgers
I'm tired of being told that violence is like the weather. That I just need to bring an umbrella and hope someone else is caught in the storm.
This piece was originally published on My Period Story. Recently I found myself googling health insurance. As I was trying to compare plans for the perfect combination of dentistry, podiatry, and whatever other ailments I thought might pop up in the next few years, I was struck by a thought – ‘Urgh, I am such an … Continue reading Girl, You’ll Be A Woman Soon
Before I went to Berlin, my impressions of the city were formed mostly by Anna Funder’s Stasiland and Bloc Party’s Kreuzberg – I was expecting a lot of linoleum and sad British boys. When I got there, I came across plenty of lino floors and expats trying to find themselves, but I also found secret … Continue reading Berlin – Linoleum and Other Textures
This piece originally appeared on Girls Will Be Girls. The 1976 cult classic Carrie has burned an image into my mind. Its opening scene shows Carrie in the showers after a humiliating P.E. class, washing herself and slowly unwinding. We then reach the iconic shot of her reaching between her legs, pulling her fingers away as she sees … Continue reading The Tampon As A Weapon
This piece originally appeared on Girls Will Be Girls. It took me until the age of twenty-three to understand what anger felt like. My whole life I assumed I wasn’t someone who got angry – I could feel sad of course, I could be frustrated and hurt, but rage wasn’t something I could feel. Any … Continue reading Angry Tears