Livid! My Fiancé Looks Like a Mediterranean God and I Look Like …
The Pale Picture Alright, ladies, let me paint you a fucking picture—though you might need sunglasses to squint at it, it’s so blindingly pale. Picture this: my absolutely gorgeous, bronzed, smug-as-hell husband-to-be, strutting around stark naked, looking like he’s just…
A Hairy Rant: Waxing Woes and My Love-Hate Relationship with Body Hair
Nothing to see here!!!!!! Give me a break nature!!!!! Hair removal—the never-ending, utterly Sisyphean endeavour. Yes, yes, I’m aware that hair must serve some mysterious biological purpose, though I’ve yet to figure out precisely what that might be (aside…
Welcome to my delightful little nook of the internet! I’m Kitty, a 40-something navigating the tumultuous waters of life after being catapulted into surgical menopause at the ripe age of 37—thanks ever so much to the delightful affliction known as "Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder."
In a fit of sanity, I decided to jettison social media—honestly, who needs that circus in their life? Instead, I’ve opted for the charmingly retro pursuit of blogging.
Here, you’ll encounter unapologetically unfiltered tales of the glorious chaos that accompanies life post-40. I’ve grown thoroughly weary of AI-generated images and those absurdly filtered photos that make us look half our age, somewhat extraterrestrial, and perpetually living our “best” lives—while sharing the sole good day they’ve had all month, pretending it’s their everyday reality. Am I alone in this?
It’s high time we embrace authenticity!
I shall regale you with tales of my hormonal escapades, navigating life sans the little two-legged humans, and proudly embracing my role as a devoted dog mother to my delightful Shih Tzu. You’ll also hear about my recent nuptials—yes, I’ve remarried in my fabulous 40s to the absolute love of my life, having gracefully emerged from the ashes of divorce.
I’ve bid adieu to alcohol, and trust me, there are a few rather illuminating insights about the world of booze that I simply must share. Additionally, I have a penchant for delving into the science of hormone health, so expect a sprinkle of enlightening tidbits for those who share my curiosity.
It’s high time we celebrate the art of aging, share a chuckle amidst the chaos, and carve out a space that truly honours women well beyond the tender age of 20. Let’s keep it refreshingly honest, shall we?
A public service announcement: as an Irish lady, swearing is practically my second language, so prepare yourself for a few cheeky expletives when the spirit moves me!
Rant Alert: The Bin Men of West Lothian and Their Olympic Bin-Tossing …
I have to confess, I may have embellished a bit for the sake of this tale. You see, it’s not actually me whose life is consumed by the relentless complexities of bin rota and bin day logistics. No, that crown…
Why I Left Social Media: A Journey to Realness in a Filtered …
Urghhhh, Social media. The digital carnival that lured us in with the promise of connection but too often delivered a funhouse of distorted reflections. I decided it was time to take my leave from this shimmering spectacle and reclaim my…