Eva Wiseman

2 weeks ago | observer.co.uk | Eva Wiseman

Married women in 2025 can choose from being committed, surrendered, hot, trad… The only certainty is that contradiction is at the heart of a marriage What is the state of the wife? Not the state of your wife, necessarily (although would it have killed her, would it actually have killed her to pull a comb through her hair), but of wifedom itself, the whole Harpic-scented project. We are living through a golden age of wife content.

3 weeks ago | vogue.co.uk | Eva Wiseman

Dear Eva,My daughter is in her first year of secondary school, and has recently made best friends with a girl I can’t bear. I haven’t yet said this out loud to my daughter, though I’m sure she knows, but I find her friend rude, messy and unnecessarily violent, even though I know it’s meant to be playful. I’m sure it sounds old fashioned, but I think she’s a bad influence on my child – she is constantly on her phone, repeating stupid TikTok phrases and has taught my daughter multiple swear words.

3 weeks ago | observer.co.uk | Eva Wiseman

AI, Botox, weight-loss drugs… are we in danger of losing the wrinkles that give life its grit? Two moments from the depths of half term: scrolling with my kids through videos of animals doing unlikely and adorable things (such as the parrot who waddles along the back of a sofa to announce “Hi babe” and “I love you” into the camera, and who we mimic now on lazy mornings or when we need to make up) my eyes glaze slightly.

3 weeks ago | vogue.fr | Eva Wiseman

Chère Eva,Je suis sortie pendant deux ans avec un homme plus âgé que moi, que j'appellerai J. Même si sur le papier, cela n'avait aucune chance de fonctionner, l'alchimie entre nous deux était démente. J'ai accepté d'être monogame avec lui, même si j'étais plutôt pour une relation ouverte à la base. Il y a trois mois, J a rompu. La raison : notre différence d'âge.

3 weeks ago | observer.co.uk | Eva Wiseman

Ita O’Brien was waiting backstage. A guard directed me through the stage door of the Royal Opera House in London into a squat dim lobby, then a series of low-ceilinged white corridors that wound around the side of the building, and then there she was looking down on the stage, whispering.