Sometimes you need to create your own #representation in the media. Victoria-based writer and producer creates web series @AlexineCleans to encourage working-class women feel better about themselves.
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I'm quite pleased with the way I can launch a wad of chewed-up gum out the window while driving. I didn't get the same result when I spat a chunk of lung butter on the way to work the other day. The blast-off seemed fine, as did the trajectory. After getting out and shutting…
“He found the Collier’s for me. I gawked at the price and said that I better buy some wine to go with it. We were both looking at each other’s smiling faces, and I thought to myself, ‘I better get the hell out of here.’ As I walked away, my ass got hot too. I am alive after all!”
“Not when I lose some weight, not when I get my eyes done so I don't have to wear glasses anymore, not when I'm fitting into those jeans that I've been keeping in my closet for the last 4 fucking years hoping I will get into them again. Right. Fucking. Now. Fat thighs and all.”
“He’s partially deaf and isn’t inclined to barking anyway, so there are no complaints about that. He’s pushing thirteen and still going strong. I have nearly killed myself numerous times by stepping on his tennis balls in the dark. What a way that would be to go.” Alexine Cleans
‘I was able to sweet-talk the landlord into letting me move in with my old boy Yuma, a Boxer Bull Terrier mix. He can nap for six hours, then wake up and chase tennis balls like his life depends on it. Maybe it does…’ Alexine Cleans E1 Ch2
"... no shit on the bowl, thank you, but I’m pretty sure they picked up the cat and shook the fur out of it over the toilet, sink, shower stall, and around all the walls. My God, how could there be so much fucking hair!?"