๐Ÿ“ฎย Jamie's Journal

#2: Malala and Poisoned Chores

by Jamie Miles | Feb 15, 2026 | Newsletter

Hey, Iโ€™m Jamie, and this is Jamieโ€™s Journal, my fortnightly message to kind, curious, and ambitious people who want to avoid living half a life.

Every other Sunday, I share things I wish Iโ€™d known sooner: true stories, reflections, favourite finds, and practical guides shaped by humanityโ€™s best ideas. The topics vary, but each piece circles the same question: how to find better ways to solve problems that matter, so we can think, feel, and live more fully.

If youโ€™re new here, welcome. You can explore past editions or sign up to have the next one delivered to your inbox here. Each issue is a small pause for perspective. No noise. Just a little hindsight to guide your foresight.

Hey โ€“ Jamie here.

Weโ€™re back on track to Sunday deliveries of the newsletter. Huzzah! Iโ€™m slowly getting ahead again. It feels good.

Oh, and this week, I saw Malala. Yes, Nobel Peace Prize winning Malala.

Table of Contents

  • Introduction
  • Seeing Malala
  • Articles & Guides
  • Stories & Reflections
  • Favourite Finds

The week's story returns to last year, to the day I looked at my dadโ€™s search history after he died. What I found shook me. It explores love, parenthood, and the secrets we donโ€™t mean to keep โ€“ fitting for Valentineโ€™s weekend.

That experience also gave life to the name of my next book: The Last Google. This weekโ€™s story explains why.

-

This weekโ€™s article looks at the danger of moralising your chores: treating an
undone task as proof that youโ€™re a bad person. Itโ€™s a quiet habit that stacks shame on top of exhaustion. The piece is an invitation to put that weight down and live a little lighter.

Seeing Malala

โ€˜Iโ€™ve crossโ€‘referenced the moles. Itโ€™s definitely her.โ€™

You see, this is why I sent the picture I took to my friend. I knew heโ€™d take the situation seriously. He found her official portrait, played a game of spot the difference against my photograph, and reported back. I wasnโ€™t imagining things. The person whoโ€™d walked in, ordered a matcha latte, and taken up a seat in the far corner of the cafรฉ was Malala Yousafzai.

Malalaโ€™s story is one that made waves the world over. You probably know of her, even if you donโ€™t know her name. She spoke out publicly for girlsโ€™ right to go to school, and she was shot for it. Not subtly either. In 2012, a Taliban gunman boarded her school bus in Pakistan, asked 'Who is Malala?', and fired at her pointโ€‘blank.

When it happened, Malala was fifteen years old.

Malala now lives in the UK. She won a Nobel Peace Prize in 2014 for her struggle against the suppression of children and young people and for the right of all children to education. She continues to be a global activist for these causes. Sheโ€™s a hero of mine and my mumโ€™s.

'Get her on the podcast.'

'I donโ€™t have a podcast.'

'Cโ€™mon, Jamie. For Malala, you would start a podcast.'

Thinking about it now, my friend was right. I want to amplify the voices of the worldโ€™s best problem solvers. The whole MO of Jamoe is to 'help kind, curious, and ambitious people find a better way to solve problems that matter.'

Malalaโ€™s efforts, past and present, embody this through and through. Sheโ€™s not perfect, but we need to stop tearing down those who are trying and, in tandem, elevating villains to positions of power and influence. Iโ€™ve added having a chat with Malala to my little dreams list. Itโ€™s a motivating goal. One day.

Annoyingly, by the time I was certain it was Malala, sheโ€™d left. Thatโ€™s probably for the best. I'd been nursing a gym injury and couldnโ€™t straighten my arms that fateful Wednesday. Well, I could, but not without causing a lot of damage to my tendons and sending redโ€‘hot pain through my body.

Iโ€™d adapted to the pain by walking around bowโ€‘armed, or like a Tโ€‘rex.

Greeting her with salaams, my arms Tโ€‘rexing, while trying to contain my excitement at meeting her wouldnโ€™t have been the ideal first impression. Though Iโ€™m sure sheโ€™d remember me. Next time.

Iโ€™ve added a few photos from that week, including one of Malala, at the end.

Articles & Guides

Capacity, Not Character: Rethinking โ€˜Domestic Failureโ€™

At a glance

  • Based on the reader question: What does the state of my home actually say about me when Iโ€™m barely coping?
  • By separating capacity from character, youโ€™ll see that messy rooms, dishes and mould are signs of overload, not moral failure
  • Learn a simple way to read your home as a dashboard of what youโ€™ve been through, and to respond with smaller, kinder actions instead of shame

Introduction

Thereโ€™s a mean story many of us carry around: if you canโ€™t keep up with the dishes, the laundry, the bathroom, there is something wrong with you. Not with what youโ€™ve been through. With you.

Of course, thatโ€™s not true. Youโ€™re suffering because youโ€™re moralising your domestic chores. You believe that your selfโ€‘worth is tied to the crumbs on the kitchen counter. You believe that whether you are good or bad, a success or a failure, is informed by your performance at completing your chores.

When life is going well, we donโ€™t notice the weight of this shame. When our capacity has been chopped down by loss, illness, breakโ€‘ups and financial shocks, and the chores get neglected, the weight of that shame becomes unbearable.

Fortunately, by pointing out the absurdity of moralising domestic chores, you can untie your moral worth from the dishes, give yourself more grace when life gets tough, and carry a newโ€‘found sense of freedom into the good times.

Continue reading...

Stories & Reflections

The Last Google (and Why I Write)

I already know the name of my next book: The Last Google. It will be dedicated to my Dad. The idea for the title came from a bittersweet discovery on his phone after he passed away.

When we die, we leave echoes. They get quieter as time passes. Lipstickโ€‘stained mugs get cleaned. Beds go cold. Clothes get laundered. Phone numbers get disconnected and reassigned to strangers. Recollections start to fray.

The night my dad died, my sister and I returned to the family home with a plastic bag of his personal effects. Wallet. Keys. Glasses. His phone. I sat on the edge of his bed, the one he and Mum had slept in for decades, and started chasing echoes.

I reached for the phone and typed in the passcode...

Continue reading...

Favourite finds

Avoid YouTube adverts on iPad and iOS (tech tip)

The privacyโ€‘focused search engine DuckDuckGo has a neat trick up its sleeve. Download the DuckDuckGo app, open YouTube as normal, tap share, and select DuckDuckGo. You can then watch the video in its own player completely adโ€‘free. With the rise and reign of enshittification, itโ€™s a small act of resistance against the extortive practices of big tech. Googleโ€™s โ€œDonโ€™t be evilโ€ mantra is long buried. When youโ€™re forced to watch five adverts before a one-minute video and then offered a ยฃ130โ€‘aโ€‘year subscription to stop them, the blood does boil. Isn't that what gangsters do?

Scouted (local journalism)

Want local, independent journalism and all in one place? Enter Scouted, a nonโ€‘profit website built by a friend of mine. Local news is the lifeblood of holding power to account, yet itโ€™s often fragmented and undermined by platforms that exploit reportersโ€™ work without compensation. Scouted pushes back on that trend with clarity, purpose, and charming logo. See the photos at the end for the muse behind it. P.S. I wasnโ€™t paid for this shoutโ€‘out. I just think itโ€™s genuinely valuable.

Jerry Has No Complains (comic)

Unintentionally, thereโ€™s a strong social activism current running through this weekโ€™s picks, so hereโ€™s the cherry on top. Jerry Has No Complains is a short comic that wryly explores the cost of complacency and the uneasy future (or present) it might signal.

Key & Peele sketch (comedy)

To end on a lighter note, some comedy. I forgot to include this alongside last week's story, An Icy Start. Itโ€™s a sketch by Key & Peele called 'Black Ice'. It's one of my favourites. See here.

That's all for this week's edition. Feel free to reply to this message. I'd love to hear your favourite finds, questions, and requests.

Jamie | @JamoeMills
โ˜”๏ธ From a dizzly London

Find a better way to solve problems that matter.

P.S. A reader asked for a memory technique for remembering everyone on a football team and I had one. I've used it to teach students how to remember lists of historical figures, though you can apply it broadly. I'll be sharing that in a future issue.


Night-time pizza.
Malala spotted.
The muse behind the Scouted logo.

๐Ÿ“ฎย Jamie's Journal

Written for kind, curious, and ambitious readers looking for better ways to think, feel, and live fully.

Every other Sunday, you'll receive the insights I wish I'd known sooner: true stories, reflections, recommendations, and practical guides for learning, thinking, and navigating the world with more intention.

No noise. Just a little hindsight to guide your foresight.

You May Also Like...