Welcome! In typical millenial fashion, Rebecca When I’m Posh compiles personal thoughts, bitching and musings in unapologetic blog form. Grab me on Twitter - there's more of this, just shorter. Happy blogging!
Why You Don’t Really Miss Your Ex
Still hung up on The One That Got Away? Replaying images over and over again? Fantasising about them turning up at your door and declaring their undying love and you riding off into the sunset? It happens to the best of us. It could be weeks, months, even years later. Then one day, you’ll smell... Continue Reading →
Why Social Media Stalking is Virtual Self Harm
So, the relationship's over. You've deleted your WhatsApp conversation. You've changed your phone's background. You've played your part in getting them out of your silly head. If you're feeling particularly brave, or if you've had one too many glasses of wine and have Alanis Morrisett cranked a little too loudly, you may have finally unfriended... Continue Reading →
Vote Left, Swipe Right – Life in the 18-24 age bracket
Wow, the young people have had a tough time lately. We’ve just come out of a big fuck-off election that seemed to rest solely on our shoulders. It was down to us to fix the world. The Young People changed the future of British government. Just us. BOOM. Us 18-24 year olds are facing a... Continue Reading →
Cosmopolitan – My Best Sex Ever…
As soon as I mentioned I would be writing about naughty things for Cosmo, my Twitter feed blew up. People love the goss! So here it is let into the world... Number one question I've had - is it Steel Panther? Who knows... Commissioned piece for Cosmopolitan UK on the theme 'My Best Sex Ever... Continue Reading →
Auto Express – Bargain Hunt
Having spent nearly two years at the UK's leading automotive magazine, my womanly ways were finally unleashed on to the pages, in a typical Man vs Woman showdown at the showrooms. The full article can be read here; Bargain Hunt
There’s No Smoke Without Fire
Mum - for whenever you next stalk my Twitter and dig this up, I'm sorry. But it makes for a compelling story. When I was, say, 5 or 6, I was at my Nan’s house. I got a placemat to use as a steering wheel, and mimed my mum driving the car, swearing at everyone... Continue Reading →
The Southern Rail Train Strikes – a poem
It's quarter to eleven And I've just got home. I left the house at seven This morning, two and half hours before work, in the vague hope Of finding a train that will take me anywhere near London. But nope, It's strike day so here I stand, a sheep in a flock. I'm bored now.... Continue Reading →
Why you should go on a solo organised holiday
Coach trips aren’t just for your Nan anymore - fun, modern tours let you see the world with no more planning than how much spending money to take You know the feeling - you flick through your favourite magazine, see an article about this year’s must-see destination, jump onto Thomas Cook and search for a... Continue Reading →
Typecast – Why It’s Fine To Only Date Your ‘Type’
What do you say when you're asked what your "type" is? Do you say you don't have one? Or do you sum it up with one generic point that draws you into your date of choice? The fact they're over 6ft tall, for example, or with a shining head of ginger hair? What's the cookie-cutter... Continue Reading →
21 Things Men Still Haven’t Learnt About Tinder
You don’t have to be a playboy loving lad to know that Tinder probably isn’t the best and most reliable route to love in the modern era. Us millennials love a quick swipe - it’s as simple as online shopping, with all the flirt of Friday night drinks but with the luxury of Sunday night... Continue Reading →
The Man Behind the Suit
I have a new love of my life - Harvey Specter. Well that’s not entirely true; he’s been the love of my life for 3-4 years now, for being the lead legal genius on the TV show Suits. He struts around in his tailored Tom Ford three piece, his perfectly in-place quaffed back hairstyle, his... Continue Reading →
Not All Heroes Wear Capes
Panic not - this isn't a blog about my infinite love of Thor. Although he is the best hero around. Dur. When we’re growing up, we’re always encouraged to find a ‘role model’. For some reason, apparently Wayne Rooney was a big role model of my generation, as were the wealth of scantily clad popstars... Continue Reading →
Comparison is the Thief of Joy
I really need to learn to stop comparing myself to others. Everyone posts their happiest and most amazing photos for everyone to see. I do exactly the same thing so I don’t know why this surprises me. Every photo is edited and filtered and changed to make us look the prettiest, the funniest, like we’re... Continue Reading →
Without Life’s Ups and Downs, You’re Dead
By the way... Happy Birthday to Rebecca! Big cheers all round! This month marked a year of Rebecca When I’m Posh! Thank you to all my thousands of readers and the tweets, favourites and shares that I’ve been given across the web. And gosh, what a year it’s been. Having my blog has already allowed... Continue Reading →
A Reverse Bucket List
I suddenly realised that I’ve been being posh ol’ Rebecca for nearly a whole year now. Mini whoop! My life is unrecognisable from this point last year. I’ve met new people, I’ve seen new places, I’ve experienced some of the greatest things on earth. Which is totally cheesy but I’ve genuinely done quite a lot... Continue Reading →
