
New Year, new me: that’s the promise so many of us make to ourselves each January. But for Ashleigh Millman, 23, the first few days of 2017 were spent battling with a sinister new version of herself: she had become the face of a catfish.
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New Year, new me: that’s the promise so many of us make to ourselves each January. But for Ashleigh Millman, 23, the first few days of 2017 were spent battling with a sinister new version of herself: she had become the face of a catfish.
(Don’t mistake that scowl for youthful ambivalence. This is the face of an angry feminist who hates having her photo taken. Absolutely done with your nonsense.)
The first time I called someone out for mansplaining, it was because of my dyspraxia.

(Original post at The Boar)
Tell us about your new show, Consequences.
It’s a show about aging, and about how much I’ve let my sixteen-year-old self down, basically. It’s called Consequences because I realised all the things I thought I’d be doing when I was sixteen that I’m very much not doing now. I’m not married to Morrissey, I’m not living in America, and I’m not driving a classic car.

(Illustration by Gustave Doré)
My brain betrayed me recently. There is a murky, shadowed recess in the mind of every human being that occasionally regurgitates eldritch truths, truths which haunt them in the small hours of the morning when they’re chasing sleep. I am no exception to this rule. As such, a while ago I was treated to a startling personal revelation mid-way through an episode of Better Call Saul– I kinda, sorta fancy Bob Odenkirk.