I tried to remember the last time I’d run into an open body of water, or danced at a club, or sung a pop song, without a layer of self-irony undermining the sincerity of it all, without the need to let people know that “it was obviously a joke” through exaggerated body language or an overly accentuated Cher impression. I, in my anxious, sarcastic, self-parodying state, have never been and never will be the kind of person to “take it and run.”
Ella Barnes, curates the essential vegan shopping list – perfect for anyone just starting out or if you’re looking for inspiration outside of your usual meal choices.
Sasha Mills writes about the recent Boohoo fast-fashion scandal, questioning whether this type of industry will have a place any longer.
By the time you’ve added up the world’s more than two hundred leagues with back-of-the-envelope calculations, added all the intentional club competitions in, accounted for the huge aviation consumption of the football business itself and factored in a football-sized chunk of the carbon footprint of the sportswear industry, that’s a carbon footprint the size of another small nation.
Megan Lee reminisces on the kindness of strangers and hitchhiking, whilst discussing a person she met interrailing in Ljubljana.
I’m not in love with my body. We have a low-commitment, no-strings relationship. We get on well, we serve each other’s needs – but that’s it. There is nothing romantic about our entanglement. And there needn’t be. I am okay with my imperfections.
Given that we’re in the midst of a pandemic and I have social anxiety at the best of times, it’s a stress-free and liberating way for me to exercise for free and while maintaining social distancing.
It recently occurred to me that there are several similarities between my experiences of my maternal Irish family and those families detailed within the Homeric epics. At the very least, having such an extensive family means I’m not bad at keeping track of the countless names and relationships between characters in the Iliad and Odyssey.
In order to remain at university, we’re required to pass: nothing more, nothing less. With this most basic incentive, why would anyone sacrifice social or extra-curricular activities in order to come out with anything better than the lowest pass mark possible?
The prospect of an online term, threw up all sorts of questions. Potentially the most significant question of all – would my tutors judge me for my background on Zoom?