Deserved coverage of the women’s game, but at what cost?
Oh, to be famous: the prestigious invites, the private planes, that mesmerising blue tick on social media... I could go on, but I won’t. I grew up with the idea in my head that I wanted to be famous; it was glamorous, and I wanted what they had. During my time at university, I fell into a career working with musicians. It wasn’t planned; I simply enjoyed attending gigs and eventually ended up organising them and having daily arguments with the media. That became a turning point in my life, a point when I decided that I wanted a quiet life, a point when I realised that the ability to hug my friends, make eye contact with my colleagues, and have a relationship that was just between me and another was what I truly wanted.