30 & beyond

 This is starting to get ridiculous. I put out two posts before this one, because I wasn't sure I wanted to talk about it - but now I'm like; why the hell not.  Gentlemen, do yourselves a favour and close the tab now .* *or be warned that you might get more educated and be more empathic by the end of this post Ladies, you're welcome. And I'm sorry. Bring the wine and the Kleenex. I was twelve. It was gym class. It would have been gym class, but I only made it to the crumbling toilet of the girls' locker room. After talking to my very  hungarian misogynistic PE teacher - who was also the head teacher of my class, plus our Biology teacher, and he liked to transfer punishments from those very different classes to one another, by torturing us during gym class for something (he considered) bad we did in Biology class -, I headed home to contemplate. I called my mom on the landline - yes, elder millennial here - at work to tell her the fantastic news. She gave me some a...

 Before the rage, let me give you the background story to my weird choice of a title. In 2016, the twenty-six year old lil' me followed the divorce of Gwen Stefani and Gavin Rossdale online. I've always been a No Doubt/Gwen fan, but that's not the reason why I got obsessed with this relationship. I remember being utterly disgusted by what went down between them, and threw crosses that this exceptionally ugly thing doesn't happen to me or anyone I love. In their two decades long relationship, there were many ups and downs, and if you've ever paid just a little bit of attention to any of the No Doubt or later Gwen Stefani songs' lyrics as of 2000, it's not that much of a surprise that an end was coming, it's more fascinating how she could stay in it for that long. There were multiple songs about Gavin lying, cheating, being emotionally unavailable and Gwen begging him to "make it right". Let's refrain from any judgement, it was her decision t...