Don't Tell Tara - the inner workings of a chronic oversharer

As I was sitting with my friends tonight discussing our plans for Friday, it dawned on me: we were arranging to meet OUT- not at my house for pre drinks and outfit trying on, at the actual place we were going to at an actually civilised time. Your 18 year old self is freaking out right now... Actually walking into a bar on your own? Not having your friends vet your outfit beforehand? WTF?  Now I don't know about you but because I work nights I have adopted the attitude of "Will this bother me after 2 glasses of wine?" and we all know the answer to this one.  So it got me thinking back to the good old days when I had at least 7 hours from finishing school to leaving the house to go out- ample prep time yet still always rushing about in the last 10 minutes before the taxi came!  The routine was very important and usually began with prep the night before, followed by the hangover day after in which we tried to fill in the blanks and find out who's idea it was ...

Watching Emma Watson’s speech at the UN was fascinating. I don’t think that I am a Feminist, but her words moved me and triggered a string of  personal  thoughts about gender inequality. There are so many things that we could talk about, but something that has become very apparent in the media over the past year or so are the naked photographs of celebrities that have been leaked on the internet. Now I’m sure so many of us were quick to judge – yes, the only sure fire way of not having naked photo’s leaked is to not take them in the first place. But these pictures were intimate; they were meant for husbands and partners, not for public consumption.   We have all probably done it, sent a few racy snaps to a boyfriend or girlfriend; it makes us feel sexy, liberated knowing that a picture of our body drives them wild. But what  if it suddenly finds it s way into the wrong hands? I will admit, I was once forwarded a racy picture of a girl and the first thing I thought wa...