The sexually transmissible fungus nobody invited, nobody wants, and everybody needs to know about. Darling, just when we thought the sexual health villa was full, another bombshell has walked through the doors. And this one did not even bother to RSVP. She’s not here to find love. She’s not interested in coupling up. And unfortunately,...
Your car has a service history. Your body has “I feel fine.” Alexa, play “Diamonds” by Rihanna. You have showered. Moisturised. Applied shimmer oil to the collarbones, perfume to the neck and enough glitter to make a disco ball question its relevance. Your skin is glowing. Your outfit is coordinated. Even your ankles look financially...
Congratulations! You are reading this because you made it onto my list of subscribers. Just kidding. Chances are you are still part of the cheapskates who refuse to part with money to read the good stuff. 👀😂 Alexa, play “Wait On You” by Elevation Worship & Maverick City Music. We are going to need that...
When the hormone once reserved for gym bros gets a menopause rebrand. If you have not subscribed, unfortunately… you can’t touch this. So sorry. On Wednesdays we wear pink, and at The Tanaka Edit we read the good stuff behind the paywall. You cannot sit with us until you subscribe. I do not make the...
If you’re reading this, thank you. You chose to spend your hard-earned dollars on this blog, and I don’t take that lightly. It tells me you believe in me and trust that what I have to say is worth your time. My goal has always been to make medical information easier to understand and useful...
Three holiday plans, one bank balance and no Victoria Falls. Dan and I were both in Zimbabwe, and I wanted to show him just how beautiful my home country is. As a proud Zimbabwean married to a Cameroonian man, this was not merely tourism. It was diplomacy. It was national service. It was my chance...
Hey Alexa, play “Without Me” by Eminem. Guess who’s back?Back again.Dr. Tanaka’s back.Tell a friend. Yes, my dear readers, after disappearing from these internet streets for what may or may not have felt like forty days and forty nights, the prodigal blogger has finally returned. Before anyone asks where I have been, let me begin...