I read somewhere that men thought about sex every seven seconds. How was I so different?

I stayed away from heels as I had a mortal fear of being branded a “slut”. Qandeel Baloch was one of those women, one of the sluts. And she stood tall and proud.

In a world of too many greys, it is comforting to have some black-or-white absolutes. Like knowing you couldn’t date a guy with a dog named Tuffy.

I was 12 when I last saw my dad. But that is OK. All we had was a tenuous biological link and there was nothing for me to miss.