Early this year, I bought a new coat from an outdoor shop. And it happens to be bright pink, which is not a colour I would normally wear, but Ryan said it would be good for visibility (I’m intending to wear it it non-urban environments), so I went with it. 

First thing my brother says yesterday morning, after seeing me in it, was “I see you’ve jumped on the Barbie bandwagon.”

I refused to dignify that comment with a response. 

 In other news, Ryan tells me that after I left the migrant-bashing conversation on Friday night, my parents later characterised my brother’s right-wing politics as “not Conservative enough”.

I’d really love being a changeling right about now. 

 Truth hurts sometimes Barbie. Now, where’s the photo? Bet you make the coat look awesome.