A whole new blog (don’t you dare close your eyes)


I’m trying something new, so bare with me.Ā I’m not sure how it’s going to turn out.

But I’m trying a new blog. One that’s more stream lined, more focused, more consistant.

It’s called The Twenties Gap (after my posts of the same name) and it’s all about life in your twenties, whatever that may be.

It’s a little bit of pop culture, a little bit of travel, a little bit of journalism, and a lot about life.

I’ve been posting some of my favourite articles from here to the new blog, because I’m proud of this little guy and I don’t want the year I’ve been blogging to go to waste.

That being said, I don’t want the messy articles. The ones I wrote in a hurry. The ones I never planned or the ones I only posted to make up numbers.

I’ll continue to post on this blog for the time being, until my other one is up and running.

But in the meantime, why not check out the first piece of original content I wrote for The Twenties Gap: Things Our Parents Didn’t Have To Worry About (as told through 80s movies). Because nothing says existential crisis like Ferris Bueller.

Thanks for sticking with me through this first year of blogging. Stop by the new blog and say hello some time šŸ™‚


What’s in a name? Everything. Kate and Wills, please name your future baby Alexandra.

Kate and Will

So. Alexandra is the odds-on favourite name for the imminent royal baby. It’s beaten royal classics like Charlotte, Diana, Victoria and Elizabeth to the number one spot.

Can I just say, I really, really hope Kate and Wills decide on Alexandra? You see, it’s the Queen’s middle name – but it’s also my own.

I’ve been an Alex most of my life, but I haven’t always been happy about it. While other girls got pretty names – like Emma, Claire, Rosie or Poppy – I was stuck with Alex. By the age of ten I’d lost count of how many people had said, “But that’s aĀ boy’s name!” Combine it with an unusually masculine surname, and you’ve got a case of mistaken gender identity every time somebody meets me after learning my name.

I’ve toyed with changing it in the past.Ā In Year 3, I made my entire school call me Jo. Yes, it was another boy’s name, but I’d just finished reading about a gypsy-girl called Jo inĀ The Famous Five, okay? Jo was cool.

I moved to America the following year, and left Jo behind with Australia. To the American’s I was this strange English/Australian creature, and exotic enough that I didn’t need another name. I went back to being Alex, although I was never fully satisfied.

When I moved back to Australia four years later, I experimented with the more feminine sounding Lexi. That lasted approximately 30 minutes. Now, I’d love to be an Alexa, and take on my mother’s maiden name. It’s a far better name to say. (Is it weird if I tell you my mother’s maiden name? I’m not sure. Ā I won’t for now.) Alex Bruce-Smith is difficult on the tongue. My new name would roll right off it. It would be feminineĀ andĀ powerful. The perfect journalist name. As it is, I doubt I could ever be a radio journalist because my name is just too damn difficult to say.

The trouble is, Alex is powerful. Strong. Masculine. No one wants (or needs) to protect an Alex. Combine that with being taller than average and the eldest of three, and I’ve never gotten to be the young, cute one. And I really want to be the young cute one.

Pregnant KateBut let’s get back to Royal Baby Alexandra. (Look, I know we don’t know yet if it’s a boy or a girl, but for argument’s sake let’s go with it being a girl.)

It’s no secret that we go through waves of popularity with names. (Alexandra was the 13th most popular name in 1990 Australia, which explains why I’ve come up against so many in my life. I was once in an English class with six Alex’s and one Alexis.) And it’s no secret that celebrities and pop-culture have masses of influence when it comes to naming our children. There’s Bella and Jacob fromĀ Twilight, Arya and Khaleesi (yes, really) fromĀ Game of Thrones, and no doubt we can thank Poppy Delevingne, Sienna Miller and Chloe Sevigny for the rise in popularity of their first names.

And Kate Middleton has turned out to become the biggest trendsetter the world has ever seen. Every single item of clothing she’s been snapped in has sold out in seconds (with the added advantage that’s it’s mostly high street and therefore affordable). Even her blue engagement ring inspired fakes within days.

If Kate was to name her baby Alexandra? Thousands would follow. Literally,Ā thousands. Her influence on the rest of the world isĀ out of this world.

And if Alex became a popular girls name it would change people’s perception of it. All these cute little babies called Alex? People would start to go goo-gah at the name. Alex would forever be associated with a baby princess. (Actually, my parents supposedly named me after a Russian princess. But it’s not quite the same, is it.) The name would be more attractive. More feminine. More liked.

So Kate, if you could just go ahead and name your baby daughter Alexandra, that would be great. I’ll be celebrating with the other Alex’s of the world (we meet up once a month). And maybe one day, I won’t despise my own name so much.

Either that or I’ll legally change it to Poppy.

Photo Credits

William and Kate – eonline

Kate (polka dotted dress) – Pop Sugar

An update on my published work.

I’ve decided to create a separate blog for my published work, one that looks super professional and actually has my name in the heading.


I get writing jobs by directing prospective employers to my blog. This means that with every post, I’m constantly thinking “What would future employer person think of this?” This is not a good way to go about writing, because it prevents anything and everything from flowing naturally.

The stress of an unknown future employer judging me by everything on this blog was taking the fun out of blogging.

It’s also for YOU, dear readers. Often what I write about may not be what you signed up for by following this blog. I don’t you to have to make the judgement call of “Will this post be interesting to me or not?” with every update. If I think it would interest you, I’ll publish it. If I think it won’t, it’ll be going straight to its new home at alexbrucesmith.wordpress.com.

When I started blogging, I didn’t think anyone would ever read it. Now I’ve just surpassed 4,000 views. This might not mean much in the world of blogging and websites and hits, but to me it means everything.

So thank you šŸ™‚

And now, I’m making blogging fun again!


Snapchat Leaked. Okay, we’ve officially gone too far.

Sexters everywhere got a nasty shock when it was revealed two weeks ago that Snapchat doesn’t completely delete your photosĀ  – they can be restored using forensic software.

Snapchat logoFor those of you who don’t know about Snapchat, it’s an app that allows you to send pictures to your mates that self-destruct within a limited number of seconds. While theĀ creatorsĀ touted it as a way to “share moments with friends” that you might not want to be permanently recorded (say, an ugly selfie), everybody else saw it as guilt free sexting.

The premise is simple: take a naughty picture, send it to the lucky recipient, and they only get to keep it for a few seconds. Unless they take a screenshot (which would cause a notification to pop up on your phone) there’s no danger it would end up on the internet somewhere for all to see.

Until now. Continue reading

How to choose a good internship (and avoid the crappy ones).

Lena Dunham

To intern or not to intern, that is the question.

Some believe an internship is modern day equivalent of slave labour. Others reckon they’re your golden ticket to a better job, and a must-have on your resume.

In my opinion, internships are invaluable. The experience you gain will teach you so much more than a lecture ever could. If you have the time – and the funds – to intern, by all means for it.

However, not all internships are created equal. Continue reading

The Twenties Gap (Part II)

A few months ago, I wrote a post called ‘The Twenties Gap’, where I made history and created a new phrase that will come to define our generation. *You can hear the sarcasm, right?

What is the Twenties Gap? Glad you asked!

The Twenties Gap

Ever since, I can’t stop thinking about other ways my teenage self would be severely disappointed in the way things have turned out. So here it is, the secondĀ instalmentĀ of The Twenties Gap! Continue reading

20somethings profile: Where I talk about figuring out what you want to do in life.

When I grew up, I wanted to be an actress, author, astronaut, architect and finally in advertising ā€“ in that order. I was 22 when I realised that all of those professions started with ā€˜aā€™.

My profile is up on 20somethings in 2013! I talk about why it’s okay to be change your mind about one of the most importantĀ decisionsĀ in your life, and how I figured out what I want to do. You should probably check it out here.