The Latest Breaking News from Emma Beddington

Americans holidaying in Europe are stressed about being able to drink enough H20 on the continent. Despite its obvious abundance, they may have a point, writes Emma Beddington

How often does a new message in your inbox fill you with joy? For me, it’s about every 20 years, writes Emma Beddington

Grey skies, gale-swept beaches, soggy donkeys: my childhood holidays were all wet, wet, wet. And, as a result, deliciously idle, writes Emma Beddington

Letters: Readers respond to Emma Beddington’s piece about the move away from person-to-person contact in everyday transactions

The ultra-wealthy want to limit their interactions as they glide through life. But the rest of us want the ‘touch points’ they would rather avoid: ticket sellers, bank branches, customer service assistants you can actually talk to, writes Emma Beddington

Shops, hotels, even dentists: absolutely everyone who takes your money wants to know how they are doing (or drilling). It’s driving me up the wall, writes Emma Beddington

The platform’s algorithm is apparently sophisticated, but I never see what I want (seagulls and capybaras). Is the technology clueless, or does it know me on a deeper level than I know myself, asks Emma Beddington

It feels like we have no choice but to keep grinding – but the anti-work movement looks heroic in the face of burnout and climate catastrophe, writes Emma Beddington

Bras are evolving, they say. But after three decades of disappointment I’m running out of patience, writes Emma Beddington

Letters: Readers respond to an article by Emma Beddington about her ailing dog

I am not budging on my ‘feminist’ (lazy) decision to give up makeup, writes Emma Beddington. But I am busy testing perfumes that smell of goat, mushroom and seaweed