We drink too much, we don’t talk about our feelings enough; the importance of mental health is still a nascent issue in our public consciousness, writes Louise O’NeillMORE
Last month, I attended an event in Cork City organised by the Abortion Rights Campaign, writes Louise O’Neill.MORE
I went to see an excellent production of Sive in the Gaiety Theatre recently. Written by John B Keane in the 1950s, it tells the story of a teenage girl who is sold into marriage with a much older, albeit wealthy man, and is one of my favourite plays, writes Louise O’Neill.MORE
Today, the 24th of February, is my birthday. I’m turning 33 and there’s something special about a double digit birthday, writes Louise O’Neill.MORE
I have been thinking a lot about criticism recently.MORE
When everything fell apart, I fell too but I fell on my wits, I fell on an inner strength I never knew I had, writes Louise O’NeillMORE
There are quite a few things in my everyday life that can catapult me head-first into an indignant rage. People walking too slowly in front of me, writes Louise O'Neill.MORE
As a child, I had what some might describe as a religious fervour, writes Louise O’NeillMORE
Every month without fail, I turn my phone off for 24 hours, writes Louise O’Neill.MORE
Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl.
It’s 2018 and The Future isn’t quite as exciting as I thought it would be, writes Louise O’Neill.MORE
Are we all in agreement that New Year’s Eve is the worst night of the year? There’s too much pressure to have a good time, you can’t get a drink at the bar (oh, the humanity!), you have to pretend you know the words to Auld Lang Syne, and to add insult to injury, you are subjected to countless videos on Facebook of the ‘My Year in Ten Million Photos’ variety. No one cares, Aunty Maureen, get off social media.