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I was sitting at a rare dinner out with friends when I nearly choked on my margarita.
After admiring photos of each other s birthday cakes (mine a Pikachu and hers a unicorn), my friend casually told me she had chosen not to invite any boys to her daughter Anna s birthday party. We just decided to invite the girls from the class but not the boys, she said. That split the class effectively in half and we figured none of the boys would feel left out because we didn t invite any boys.
The other women at the table nodded in agreement, while my other friends smiled gently, a reminder to remove the none-too-polite look of outrage on my face.
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In my twenties, I d drink before a social event, get drunk during and then have a couple of night caps after I got home.
I met my partner, Angus, when I was backpacking round the world. He loved to drink too and together we enjoyed the hedonistic lifestyle of the early 2000s without a second thought for our health, wellbeing or finances.
Working in recruitment in London, boozy lunches, dinners and after work cocktails were part and parcel of the job.
Then, life slowed down. We moved to Perth in Australia, I put my career on hold, and we had our son.