Bipolar, Comedy, And Me

“I’ll find jobs that fit around being able to gig in the evening, and I’ll say “comedian” even if I earn my keep as a chef, or a baker. Existentialism teaches me that I create my own purpose, and define my own essence through the specific actions that I take”

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Plants Are Talking; Are You Listening?

We as humans are curious by nature and crave connection in the same way as we crave nutrition. From a nod of the head to gushing conversations we communicate constantly, even when it is difficult, people find a way to connect. We are not alone in this – quietly, without our knowing, plants communicate constantly, and we are only just starting to understand how.

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Aislinn Finnegan: My Inspiration 

As someone who was born and raised in Zimbabwe, surrounded by buzzing cultures and colours, vibrant fabrics and music and dynamic artwork and artists, the lack of recognition and accessible representation of the vast creative achievements rooted in the continent, have often delivered much personal frustration.

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Pharrell: My Inspiration

He, for me, continues to act as a reminder to be wholeheartedly my own favourite creative, my biggest inspiration and my own reminder to leave the preconceptions of others at the door and instead create my own artistic language, embracing the nuances and inflections that are unique to me, no matter how they may be perceived by others.

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Turn Yourself On: Sexiness & The Assumed Audience

We have come to see and talk about beauty in this singular, reductive and, in my mind, totally nonsensical way. We talk about ‘beauty’ and ‘sexiness’ and so often mean something that we know beauty is not; when we talk about beauty in terms of the ever changing trends of the times - waists and boobs and bums - we butcher ourselves into meat.

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OpinionJessica Blackwell
Dr Maya Angelou: My Inspiration

I'm sure there are millions of us who have at some point posted ‘Still I Rise’ or ‘Phenomenal Woman’. I definitely have. Admittedly upon reading the brief, she was the very first person that came to mind. I guess my reticents to name her first was fear of being somewhat cliche. I am also aware that only having a month to discuss the accomplishments of black people is a contentious issue.

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Losing A Friend

I’ve become used to checking my phone first thing in the morning and being inured to whatever bad news it has for me this time. But then, on 27th August I woke, checked my phone with sleepy eyes, and clicked on a Facebook notification. It told me that my friend C had died at just 35.

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Everyday PeopleGuest User