
PARKER: When life imitates Instagram
Once, in the middle of a breakup, I had a boyfriend turn to me and say: “This is because I don’t Instagram enough, isn’t it?” To be fair, I’m pretty sure his full thought was something about not being a creative, free-spirit type — and that’s not even why we were breaking up — but...

PARKER: In defence of the muffin top
This morning I ate a lemon cranberry scone from Starbucks. Now, I have undoubtedly admitted way worse things on the Internet before, but even typing those words out makes me feel morbidly ashamed. You see, in a grandiose attempt to become Victoria’s Secret ready for the interior’s blazing inferno summer season, I made the call...

PARKER: Nothing is solved by glitter alone
On my fifth birthday I managed to convince my mother to host a neighbourhood-wide masquerade party in my honour. If this request of mine doesn’t tell you everything you need to know about me, it’s because you’re a passive reader. To spare you the humiliation, though, I’ll tell you the full story as a means...