Your climate guilt

You want to shop locally but the fruit seller always gives you a plastic bag, or sneers a little when you’ve brought your own fashionably netted reusable one. You want to take the train but it’s full of NMBS nazis that are trying to trip you up in the complex system of ticket buying, if the train turns up at all. Your make up has been tested on adorable little bunnies and mice, that have never done anything to deserve toxic MAC products smeared all over their cute bushy faces, but you can’t cover up your crippling acne without it. Veganism you strive towards, but hell, who has the time to make their own hummus? The bio degradable shoes you bought are literally bio degrading on your feet as you walk. There’s a shampoo bar in your travel bag that is going mouldy and the organic soap you wash your hands with has blocked your sink. The eco Instagrammers you follow seem to be constantly recommending buying non-disposable take out coffee cups but you don’t remember a time you ever asked for a take away frappucino, even less that you sipped something out of a straw (who can afford cocktails??). Then there’s Greta Thunberg all over your Facebook feed with her angel face begging you to save the world. And you want to, you really want to, but how Greta? It’s not that you’re a born bio-chemist that can invent a ocean cleaning microbe. Your small efforts seem to be thrown back in your face when you witness a McDonalds queue. After closing your eyes at night you say a prayer that your someday children won’t die in the future water wars, remember that your womb is probably sterile anyway from all the plastic in your system, snuggle up to your bamboo pyjama clad boyfriend and sleep like the world is going to end.


The fatal flower is the perverted shy girl, the one you wouldn’t suspect. Under a soft exterior lies a complex being with an unyielding wildness, anchored to the earth by her humble nature and inexplicable dry humour. She is the femme of now, the modern woman who’s thoughts transcend through cultures and time.

Over the coming months let ‘La Fleur Fatale’ be your guide to the hidden insights and stories of a watchful woman’s eye navigating through the ‘European’ way of life. Struggles and mishaps ensue as life is embraced and the thorny introvert femme clammers for life’s answers. All possible subjects are covered from death to Kim Kardashian and from sisterhood to the perfect strawberry frappe.

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