I have just finished a rather thorough sort out of my wardrobe, placing clothes that I don't wear enough and I'm sure would make someone else far happier into an acrylic storage tub. It was surprising how many items I realised I didn't really wear, and it's got me thinking about British consumerist culture towards… Continue reading a discussion on consumerism and fast fashion culture
I'm now back in Brighton, after the classically awkward limbo period at home of gaps between tenancies. My possessions scattered in bright blue Ikea bags; being unable to justify unpacking fully but finding anything I actually needed proved to be a mammoth task for those two weeks. I am now settled in to flat and have… Continue reading thoughts on home
With a collective cultural narrative so heavily focusing towards romantic idealisation and harmony, it's almost viewed as a goal that we should be continually working towards. Through the mediums of literary canon, film, television series, and now more so than ever, reality tv, the plot of many revolve around romantic completion. This, however, has become… Continue reading Is the term “friend zone” is helping to perpetuate a rape and violence culture in current society?
The use of the internet drastically changed from being revolutionary during the 1990s, amidst the third wave of feminism, to a network that our entire modern existence has become completely dependent on. With this change in sharing and acquiring information stemmed an arising problem for feminism as a movement as it was translated online –… Continue reading why the media is failing feminism and silencing real voices (originally published on The Round)
This shan't particular lengthy post; I just thought I'd share some pictures from the rather peculiar weather we've been having recently. I'd forgotten the joy of lengthy walks, and with four months of glorious holiday ahead I'm keen to make the most of being outside (even if it's been somewhat misty).
As it currently stands, I have far too many books. Around my tiny student bedroom there lies a heaped mass of precariously towering books, ranging form Steig Larson to Sarah Kane to Jean-Paul Sartre. At my home in the New Forest it is a similar affair; a labyrinth of books everywhere, with an entire wall… Continue reading sentience and suicide: reflections from Virginia Woolf’s place of death
I am rather fond of posting minute updates about my life - not in the hope that anybody in particular will read the, but mostly because they serve as digital memoirs for myself. At present, life is good - in fact, it might just be the best it's ever been. Due to the hectic nature… Continue reading nonsensical ramblings on finally finishing my first year of university
Turning twenty is something that has seemingly snuck up on me oh-so quietly - I'm normally quite pensive about birthdays because for me, they provide time for quiet, internal reflection about everything I've achieved in the last year or so. The measurement of time as we pass through the years is somewhat arbitrary; but there… Continue reading turning twenty
It's been a while since I've written anything; I've felt very disconnected and ambiguous lately due to finding myself lacking any kind of stable routine at university because of the ongoing industrial action. After having been in Brighton for a solid three months - bar a brief trip to Dublin - I have returned home… Continue reading San Francisco & Amsterdam
A few days ago I accompanied a friend with the wild task of going swimming in the sea - which I'm accustomed to doing in far warmer climates than braving the icy Brighton coast in February. As someone who is relatively sceptical of their body, it was a thought relatively far away from my consciousness… Continue reading body consciousness – why we should be conscious but not self conscious