Social media has revolutionised the way we communicate, engage and perceive the people around us. In an age where statuses, 'likes' and photo uploads document our every move, our identities and reputation are firmly shaped by our social presence.
Data concerning our daily use of Smartphones comes thick and fast, each survey suggesting even greater use than before. The recent report from Deloitte on the use of the Smartphone contained staggering statistics. F
This week, the media is going to town on the story featuring a female barrister, who received a pretty sleazy and flirty email on professional networking site LinkedIn, from a considerably older, married senior lawyer, who was clearly taken with the counsel half his age.
Every year the NSPCC shines a spotlight on the troubles children choose to contact us about via ChildLine. This year the glare starkly exposes the gro...
The struggle of being a parent to a teenager is a long documented one: the slammed doors, the wild mood swings, the homework meltdowns, the arguments, and the realisation your once little darling is growing parts that are turning them from sweet to something distinctly more sexual.
When news of Tony Hall's vision for the BBC started to spread across the various digital channels on Monday, I couldn't help but feel there was one specific platform that needed mentioning: Periscope.
A toddler lies dead on a beach, his young life having been ended as he and his family desperately tried to escape war-torn Syria for a better, seeming...
Since the start of the new millennium our exposure to chiselled arms, shaved chests and sculpted six-packs has been impossible to avoid, as marketing executives the world over latched on to this aesthetic ideal to promote products and sell services.
The problem with almost all of these features are their expectations of us as human beings. They're hopelessly unrealistic. I, for example, do not want my family to know where I am all the time. For starters there's the basic issue of privacy, and, secondly, if they did know they'd probably start wondering why I don't have a drinking problem.
We've all got a friend who has finally found the perfect job, perfect partner or perfect home. Well if it's that fricking perfect then damn well enjoy it love, don't go banging on about it on social media. The more you boast, the less I believe you. You're the ultimate Facebook Phony.
Huberta was a hippo, thought to have been born in 1928 on South Africa's Zululand coast. She made the news because, unlike other hippos, she liked to wander. By her journey's end, she had traveled well over a thousand miles. The media of the day reported her progress - she was a celebrity in her own right. When Huberta was shot dead, it caused an outcry.
The stuff I don't post on social media are the things that keep me up at night. The discussions I've had with Dad about Mum's health. Worries about whether Mum will make it up the stairs tonight. How exasperated I feel that my family seem to have stopped leaving the house.
It is believed that, by having a 'delete' button, under 18s will have the opportunity to redeem their reputation: for example, by removing embarrassing content that could potentially ruin their future career or negatively impact a school place.
Whatever happened to acceptance and tolerance? Why is personal greed and hatred so publically rampant? It's true that hate, greed and intolerance has run through history like a vein but at the moment it feels like it's an open season for attacking others and that greed, selfishness and spite is very much 'on trend'.
To take these away is to take away connections and community. And when you take away that, you silence individual beings, you make them fade and you tell them - just as they're finding places they can thrive - they are not important.
Travel for the sake of tick boxes not only undermines even the most basic reasons for travelling, but distills whole nations into one landmark, one ruin, one temple. A country is more than the sum of its famous places. And you can circumnavigate without ever leaving the Southern Ocean, thus never seeing or steeping foot in any country at all.