That very question just sums it up and it’s been on my mind for a while now. I was very lucky that after graduating, the stereotypical life plan fell into place for me; graduating, getting a job, getting a flat, getting a fella but despite all of this, I do still feel slightly lost as to where to put my energy next. I tried the house decorating thing, but when your living room starts looking like a display room from IKEA, it’s clear that interior design is not your forte
Read MoreOften the one guy dressed as a ‘slut’ is getting teased, his ass slapped and catcalled by the other members of the group, potentially including other women. It’s a caricature of how we actually treat women.
Read MoreIt may appear a stereotypical teenager's problem, but answering the question who am I? is becoming more challenging than ever. Generally, people have a clear idea of who they are as individuals, and most of them find it quite easy to describe one's identity.
Read MoreI won’t deny I’m a cooer. I’ll stare at a baby if its cute and laugh at it if it’s not.
Little tiny socks. Oof. Miniature trousies. Gah.
Yadda Yadda. I was twenty-one when I started writing this article and I’m twenty-two finishing it off. There could be a tick tock on my mind.
But am I broody?
Read MoreWe compare ourselves to success stories; to that one girl who was in your tutorial and works for Radio 1 (fuck me, Scott Mills actually gave her a shout-out), or that guy who works for *insert Bank here* and has just bought a house with his annual bonus. The truth is it’s not just you. It’s really not. It’s me, it’s him, it’s even that guy you hate because he’s always so smug and earns lots and travels the world with his job.
Read MoreTwo years ago, in my first year of University, I went to see a talk by Caitlin Moran. I settled down in my seat, still slightly damp from the drizzle of an October night with her new book, ‘Moranifesto’ perched on my lap. My head tilted to the stage as the lights centred on the silhouette of Moran strolling into the spotlight. Her opening line, although I may not remember this word for word, was something along the lines of: ‘I remember when I was 15 years old, frantically masturbating on the sofa…’.
Read More‘There are two types of girls this Halloween’, my newsfeed reliably informs me. Curious, I delve further. Do tell me internet, knower of all things, what are these two types? Well, according to Facebook, one type is a woman who enjoys dressing as a slinky cat, and the other is a woman who enjoys dressing as a hotdog. I think this is meant to mean something?
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