It’s officially the time of year where it feels like half the Australian population flocks to the northern hemisphere to escape the gruelling winter months. And if you’ve stumbled across this article, I’m going to take a pretty healthy guess you’re doing some last-minute packing and planning for your Euro summer essentials. 


Preparing for your Euro Summer holiday is so much more than booking your flights, hotels and activities. While you want to bring all your creature comforts from home, you...

When I was little, I always dreamed of growing up and getting married. I’d watch Disney movies on every single weekend, enamoured with the notion of a prince coming to save a damsel in distress and steal her heart away. That the meaning of life could be so simple, so easy. It’s something that’s been ingrained in us from a very early age through innocent-meaning films, books, and pop culture. Girl meets boy/boy saves girl, they fall in love, get married and live happily ever after.


That’s the...

To break the fourth wall, when I was briefed on my topic for this month’s edition of the mag, I paused. Cancel culture has been a contentious subject for a decade now, and it’s a rather large can of worms to open. How do you do it without getting swept up into the hurricane of it all?


I only have so many words I can use to fill a page, and I can guarantee there are going to be aspects that I don’t touch on or are merely scraped on the surface, but let’s do our best, shall we?


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Print magazines were one of my first loves. 


From the prime days of Total Girl’s totally embarrassing moments and magazine freebies to the day I graduated onto reading Dolly and trawling the pages of Dolly Doctor, I’ve always held print media close to my heart. Being on my best behaviour before going grocery shopping with mum was always a top priority, so I would never miss the opportunity to pick up the latest issue of my favourite pop culture fix. It was these soft news treasure troves that...

I despise skinny jeans. 


I can’t pinpoint exactly when my deep loathing took effect, but it was sometime between getting my first pair of ripped jeans (also questionable) and discovering that wider leg jeans exist – and are so much more comfortable.


Maybe it’s the teenage angst I so heavily associate with the skin-tight garment that makes me cringe at the thought of them. Between the ages of 10 to 20, I was obsessed. They took up my entire wardrobe and were the only form of pants I’d wear....