Let’s talk about the Good Wife’s Alicia Florrick. For those of you who aren’t familiar, The Good Wife was a brilliant show that hit our screens in 2009. It balanced a sophisticated legal plot with a peppering of drama and romance. Hard to do whilst maintaining a solid script, and character developments. Part of the show’s addictive quality was its leading lady, Alicia Florrick. The housewife of disgraced politician and state’s attorney Peter Florrick, trying to rebuild her li

When people talk about university they always mention the life long friends they made. And that is certainly true, but what about the lifelong ghosts we acquire there, too? You know exactly who I’m talking about, an individual (or two) you became so enmeshed with during those early months that you couldn’t believe you had been happy before you met them. But just as the north wind doth blow, they were gone as quickly as they came. Either you realized you weren’t as well suited

Let’s talk about what makes someone willing to compromise. I don’t mean compromise at work or somewhere it’s a do or die kind of situation. I mean in a relationship (platonic or romantic), what makes you willing to adjust your behaviour to accommodate the feelings of the person you’re dealing with? Well, I believe the answer is love. Do you love the person enough to subject yourself to what is often an inconvenience?! I’m aware it’s not always as simple as a yes or no, but in

Vulnerability is such a funny thing, isn’t it? We deeply crave it, and yet are terrified of it. I wrote this piece a few weeks ago off the back of a conversation with a friend. I was talking about the importance of vulnerability and why it is necessary in building strong, healthy relationships. All of that remains true. But what is also true is that it can be exhausting. Adulting is hard to begin with, but adulting with your best foot forward is even harder. So here’s my two

Here’s the thing, no one is all good or all bad. I’ve been working up to writing about a particular character for a while now, wanting to do her justice but not quite finding the right words, right perspective, right anything…how do you articulate something not everyone is going to relate to? In recent months the narrative of the ‘plight of the eldest daughter’ has been gaining traction and with that, for me, comes the concept of modern day sin eaters. I’ve been musing with c

The thing they don’t tell you when you’re fourteen and wishing you were seventeen, or twenty, or even twenty five is that you’ll be so lonely. The reason why Sally Rooney’s Normal People shaped fist was able to thrust its way into our chest and squeeze our heart to the point of breathless tears is because loneliness can feel like the ugliest kept secret in your twenties – and there’s no feeling like the cleansing rain after the unearthing of your best kept one. It’s like wit

With the plethora of shows in my arsenal deciding where to begin was always going to be tough. So, I’m starting at the beginning, with the show that started it all and captivated one little girl’s attention: Desperate Housewives. Picture perfect American Suburbs, Wisteria Lane, home to four femme fatales, Bree Van de Kamp, Gabrielle Solis, Lynette Scavo and Susan Mayer. The younger me was enthralled with Gabrielle’s glitz glam and sass, but, with time comes perspective and up

Being proper and sweet and nice and pleasing is a fucking nightmare. It’s exhausting…Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s one woman show turned two season sensation lists in my top ten of all time. What makes the show so enticing is its protagonist Fleabag, who on paper is really an antagonist. Or rather the show’s antagonist is the viewer’s protagonist. Actually, scratch all that. Fleabag is both her own protagonist and antagonist. But aren’t we all?! Although it’s easy to get caught up w

We Bought A Zoo has this famous-ish scene where Benjamin Me is talking to his son Dylan and tells him – in the unbashedly inspiring Matt Damon way – sometimes all you need is tw enty seconds of insane courage, of embarrassing bravery. And I thought that’s what I wanted to write about, it felt hopeful, inspiring, and something worth writing about. But I kept getting stuck on the twenty first second. What happens after those twenty seconds when you have to deal with the consequ