Giving birth to the beast

Giving birth to the beast

Am I the only woman on the planet who feels as though an alien parasite hijacked me during pregnancy (and beyond)? Don’t get me wrong – I loved being pregnant. I had no morning sickness at all and only late-stage and minimal reflux. I was privileged – I was very...
Dressing for my inner Chewbacca

Dressing for my inner Chewbacca

So the PE birdie flew past me the other day and whispered this gentle piece of feedback into my ear – “Erm, Tanya, I hate to be the one to say this but – frankly – you’re dressing inappropriately and your body makes other woman feel rather out of sorts!” This...
Loving the pudding I am

Loving the pudding I am

I’m 47 and I’m in good shape. As a woman, this has invariably led to me being regularly called (amongst other things) “lucky”, “genetically gifted”, “fortunate” or – simply – a “bitch”. Usually by other women (actually,...
Absolutely not obsolete

Absolutely not obsolete

It was Arnie who recently said (in his deadpan Terminatoresque voice), “I’m old. But not obsolete”. Clearly he’s feeling a lot like I am these days. I was born in 1970. I joined CAPAB as a professional ballet dancer in 1989. Its 2016, which means there’s no denying...