ROSEMARY MAC CABE

There’s an excellent article in today’s Irish Times by Kathy Sheridan on the topic of the latest Ruhama report into prostitution in Ireland – I would recommend you all take a read, and then come back here and think about how much further pornography goes into our collective psyches, until all we have left are [...]

This feels a little Dooce of me; I took this photo using the Hipstamatic app on my iPhone. I love the Hipstamatic app . . . and I love this photo. I love the fact that, in a built up area in Dublin 7, there’s a little rose garden with a bench in it. Thousands [...]

I just don’t know what to say about this. I have so much to say, and so little. It makes me simultaneously angry and sad. I like Eminem, and I like the song in a very basic way. The beat pleases me, and I like Eminem’s voice. I respect his rhymes. I like the bit [...]

I try to resist coming over all emo on my blog most of the time, but I’ll ignore any vague feelings of shame and self-reproach. Ain’t you lucky? I love this song from Marina and the Diamonds, although the video doesn’t please me hugely . . . I think I like it because I identify [...]

I don’t embarrass easily, but there are a few things that I’ve done that mortify me to my core, namely: 1. When I left an office job I languished in for six months, I printed off every single email I had sent or received while I was there. On single-sided A4 paper. I have them [...]

Here’s a little self-adoration for what feels like a Friday but is a Thursday afternoon . . . How old are you? Twenty-four What’s your motto? Regret nuffink (in a Cockney accent, just because) Name a special day for you February 18th A hotel The Great Southern, Galway What scares you? Loss Where were you [...]

So I’ll say it here instead. Ain’t the internet grand? I wish you weren’t going, but I wish you all the best. And, hopefully, I’ll see you soon.

There are moments in life when everything seems to be on course; everything is right, everything is clear. And there are other moments, when a single decision throws everything off-kilter and you’re back. Back to square zero, back to ground zero, back to a confusion that you don’t think should exist any more. I had [...]

“Don’t be too nice to me, okay?” “Why not?” “It makes me nervous.”