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

So, this January, my friends and I decided to do dry Jan, but instead of booze, we gave up social media. At first, I was apprehensive; how will I know what people are up to? How will I cope not being tagged in hilarious memes by my friends? How will I know when people's birthdays are? Firstly, all the people who's birthdays I actually care about, I already know the date. I don't need a Facebook reminder. Its nice to wish someone a happy birthday, and its great to feel popular when you get 30+ messages on your own birthday, but is it really life changing if you don't / they don't? No. Anyway, Facebook was never the problem. Gone are the days when Facebook ruled and you could actually see what was going on in peoples lives... Now my feed is mostly dominated by random pointless videos and ads. Instagram however, is a whole different monster. I've lost count of the hours wasted scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, looking at... well... I can't e...

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...