I recently read Into the Wild, the journalistic book by Jon Krakauer that discusses the life of Chris McCandless and his motivation to venture alone into the Alaskan interior with minimal supplies.
No matter what we're striving to achieve, yearning for or worrying about, we can be our own worst enemies so women need to stick together - in person, at work and on social networking sites. Choices and experiences around motherhood are hugely emotive subjects naturally, but we only lash out at each when we're feeling sad, uncertain and insecure (oh, and tired).
Yesterday, I got Guido'd. Like having your photo posted on Redwatch or in the Daily Mail, this is something anyone politically active on the left may have to deal with at some point. Of course, being a young woman, the attack takes on a specific character...
Heading near a gym at the start of a new year could actually be putting your health in danger. January gym bunnies are so keen on getting inside they will mow you down in their cars or flatten you with their brand new fancy gym bags.
1. Crop them out of your profile picture. I know you think we're probably past that, it's 2016, it's something you do to your mates on a weekly basis but stop. This is the semi-crop. You need to leave in a creepy amount of them, like a single eye in the corner of the photo.
Learning to use social media and the internet is an ongoing process for everyone, including the parents. Children now get compulsory lessons at school: They learn how to use hashtags, the dangers of online bullying and not speaking to strangers.
It was this context that unsettled me most. Such brutality sitting neatly beside such mundanity. Has this become the mindset of a generation, or indeed, a species? That if anything doesn't fit into our own personal context, then it is worthless?
While the effectiveness of these campaigns could be improved through the usage of humour, simplistic mockery of Islam is not enough. We must deconstruct the image of stern believers and show IS for what they are: a corrupt, power-hungry organisation taking advantage of people's misery.
A wise person once told me that "We can do much more together than we can apart." Several years down the road, I can now testify to the truth in that statement. Partnerships and collaborations deliver bigger outcomes. It's that simple. And it's beautiful.
Everyday I seem to stumble upon a Twitter-row where a Corbynista feels offended that someone doesn't agree with the master and saviour Jeremy Corbyn. Apparently that someone should instead be looking at his mandate and not only respecting it (which is fair enough) but now also following him blindly.
The death of a very famous person or a very famous death, allow us to project our own emotions upon them. It can be easier to express our grief about someone we feel we know, or our outrage at some injustice to five hundred Facebook friends or a thousand twitter followers, than it can to be deal with the real emotions we are feeling.
Despite being inundated with offers of support, I find myself repeatedly unable to pick up the phone or send a text when I most need help. It feels like too much of an intrusion on people's lives. I feel they have better or more important things to do, no matter how many times they tell me otherwise. But the one place I can always ask for help is Twitter.
If, as Milo believes, he has been unverified for his comments online, this is a victory for anyone who has watched social media descend into a cesspit of vulgar misogyny and savage provocation. It's a hugely positive step towards dealing with online trolls by making a conscious decision to refuse to legitimise them.
The ushering in of a brand new year marks a dramatic and instant change on our social media timelines. Our feeds overwhelmed with proclamations of new beginnings and #NewYear #NewMe power mantras. For this is the time of The Resolution, an annual event that peels our friends-list out of their well worn onesies, like a chrysalis to a butterfly.
For while one might question if my friend really "missed" Reeve's presence any more than if he had been, say, eating a pretzel waiting for a colleague in the very same spot. I mean, we are always missing something else by simply living.
Twenty-fifteen will be remembered for many positive things but unfortunately, for many in the internet world, the last twelve months will be looked back on as the year of negativity. With so much hostility floating around the v/blogger sphere, isn't it about time we began practicing what we preach?