Is Facebook dying? Can we sign a petition or change our profile pictures to help?

Published August 22, 2017 by Ellie

Why are people abandoning Facebook, or just not checking it as much? Here’s an example: I’ve been talking about my surgery for a few months, posted about it almost every day the week leading up to it, a few times a day while I was in hospital, and a couple of times a day since I got home. Yet for some of my friends and family, reading a version of this blog post I shared on Facebook will be the first time they’re hearing about it. I’ll feel obliged to go through it again to save them the trouble of finding the last week of my status updates.

Oh but dear Facebook, please show me GoT spoilers, a post with 347 comments from 3 participants arguing whether white supremacists have a point, something about wine with a picture of a minion next to it, and someone who’s profile picture is in black and white complaining about something wildly popular being irredeemably flawed and overrated. Show me those same posts at the top of my news feed every time for a full week and a half! PLEASE!

And while I have your attention, dear Facebook, that photo I posted had a FUCKING funny caption and I bet you showed it to three bloody people, you arsehole.


When your future is being debated by the media

Published July 27, 2017 by Ellie


June 16th, 2015 saw the announcement of a presidential campaign which quickly discovered that the surest route to its success was demonising me. Not personally, I mean, I’m pretty amazing, but I haven’t managed to cause ripples quite that big. Yet.

Am I being overly dramatic? Yes. I’m documented, I’m not Latinx, I’m not Muslim, I’m not a refugee: those have been the main targets of that ongoing campaign. However, the particular visa which brought us to the US was specifically mentioned, I have been identified as a threat, the campaign gained support by promising to take action against me. And has since made good on that promise, though it’s acknowledged as largely symbolic, a gesture to his supporters. Read the rest of this entry →


Published July 1, 2017 by Ellie

I am back from my unplanned blog hiatus! I need to write more often, my writing muscles are withering away from disuse and my spark of creativity is barely glowing. Let’s get some oxygen up in here and get my writing heart back to fitness. Everything and nothing has changed in the years I’ve been unblogged, I’ve lost over 100 lbs and managed to get myself employable again! At least technically employable, I’m still a pretty poor prospect due to my impossibly high standards and crippling fear of success.  But yay me! I’m currently working on an article about immigration, it’s a hot topic at the moment, and for various reasons, I don’t feel well represented in the stories I’m reading. So I’m going to share my experiences, why immigration is a feminist issue, why it’s so much more complicated than is generally understood, and why I HATE HATE HATE the term ‘ex-pat’.

Gifts for a knitter

Published December 1, 2014 by Ellie

Got a knitter in your life? Don’t buy her yarn or needles, buy her some of this stuff instead. And yes, I said ‘her’, because 99.5% of knitters are women, HOWEVER, none of the things I’m about to suggest require a vagina to be effective, so if you’re buying for your freak of a male knitter, he’ll also get a kick out of this stuff. Read the rest of this entry →

Failing to overachieve

Published April 27, 2014 by Ellie

How many afghans are you knitting at the moment? It was rhetorical, shush. I’m knitting three, because I lovehate knitting afghans.

Two of them have a deadline. One has a deadline of June, and I’m only 25 rows in. Who does that? Me, apparently.

How many of them are paying commissions? None. Because they are commissioned by friends and family who don’t know what they’re asking for. And why didn’t I turn them down? Because they are friends and family who don’t know what they are asking for.

Wouldn’t be so bad if one didn’t require intricate cables (Tree of Life by Lion Brand) and if I didn’t drink on weekends, which is when I have most time to knit.

Who are these obsessive women who sign up for Ysolda Teague Mystery Knit Alongs and finish each clue in a matter of hours? I envy them. If only because their houses must look as unloved as mine, but they have beautiful knit pieces to show for it, instead of thoroughly read pages of I Can Has Cheezburger and Twitter, which are my daily achievements.