I cried over someone who…

Reflecting on the exes that didn’t deserve our tears.

Repeat after TLC and I: I don’t want no scrubs. (Except, apparently we do, or at least we did.)

First of all, I want to say thank you for putting your blind trust in me when you subscribed to Dishing The Dirt. As someone who has been on various different mailing lists for the last couple of years, I’ve always felt as though newsletters seem more like a conversation between two mates. Updates land in your inbox, with the rest of your personal emails, and you never really find out who else is reading it alongside you; everything stays between you and the author. So, comparing the author-reader dynamic to my favourite place to be – amongst the buzz of a group of girls who haven’t seen each other for a while, sat around a table at a bar, three pints in and “dishing the dirt” on each of their lives – I knew exactly where I wanted my newsletter to sit. 

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