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There was something truly unhinged — and yet comforting — about the TV we grew up with in the 2000s. Especially if, like me, you were raised on Freeview, sick days, and whatever chaotic lineup Pop, Tiny Pop, and Pop Girl decided to throw at us. Let’s be real: you never planned to watch those… Read more

If you know what Motherlode means, you’re already one of us. Hi, I’m Asten – and The Sims wasn’t just a game. It was a lifestyle. A coping mechanism. A chaotic outlet. A pixelated universe where I had complete control… unlike real life, which involved school uniforms and dial-up internet. 🕹️ How It Started My… Read more

A chaotic love letter to the fox who’s been with me through it all. Hi, I’m Asten — autistic, disabled, nostalgic to my core, and once described (accurately) as a girl raised by a talking fox. Because for me, it was never Barbie or Bratz. It was Basil Brush — the puppet, the icon, the… Read more

(aka how a pile of dusty cassettes, a dodgy tape recorder, and a lot of chaotic children’s telly shaped my entire personality) Hi, I’m Asten. I’m autistic, disabled, and I grew up on a glorious mess of taped-off-the-telly VHS tapes. Not the polished stuff — oh no. I’m talking weird compilations, half-recorded movies, and whatever… Read more

Hi, I’m Asten. I’m autistic, disabled, and proudly nostalgic about the most unhinged TV shows that shaped my childhood — mostly during those pre-teen after-school hours when your snack of choice was a Frube and all your problems felt dramatic enough for a diary entry. These weren’t just shows. These were lifelines.They raised me. They… Read more

Hi, I’m Asten. I’m autistic, I grew up in the 00s, and I had a complicated relationship with teen girl magazines. I bought them every week. I read them cover to cover. I hated most of them. They were glossy, loud, full of ads, and always seemed to be yelling at me about what I… Read more