Vicky Spratt

“I have no idea what my friendships look like now,” says 32-year-old Janelle*. “Since the pandemic, one of my closest friends, who I used

I am staring at a WhatsApp message. It’s from one of my closest friends and contains dates and restaurant names. In the run-up to lockdown easing, she ha

How are you supposed to be a person in a world that increasingly makes no sense? Honestly, I don’t know but I keep asking myself this question. The menta

During March, as lockdown descended, a young woman in her late 20s moved in with a man she had been dating on and off since December. Coronavirus, it turne

On the day that the scale of the coronavirus crisis hit me, I was at the Department of Health. It was early in the morning and I was there for a breakfast

If lockdown were a woman, she’d be a middle class young professional with around 300,000 Instagram followers. She’d be posting about finally writing th

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In 1968 Gloria Steinem wrote a satirical essay called “If Men Could Menstruate”. It imagined a world in reverse, one in which men had periods a

Earlier this year Twitter’s CEO Jack Dorsey asked his 4.19 million followers a question: Been playing with fasting for some time. I do a 22 hour fast dai

I wasn’t there when my grandfather died but I had been there plenty of times when he didn’t. I’d sat in the ICU at Croydon University Hospital in 200