The more we normalise being single, the less embarrassed we will feel when we ask for a table for one. I want that for the future; a world where we can exist as individuals as opposed to in pairs.
Mental health issues and financial difficulties can trap us in an endless cycle of anxiety, stress and uncertainty. For example, poor mental health may make it more difficult to regularly earn money, or to manage spending, or ask for help, leading to financial difficulties which in turn cause further stress and anxiety.
Although the ever-increasing debt seems a distant otherworldly life, one day this eventuality will attach itself to every tax return, every monthly salary, and we will sigh, watching as 9% of our gross income slowly slips through our fingers.
While Karishma’s struggle mirrors that of millions of girls worldwide, hers is certainly not a novel one. Since practically the beginning of professional football, pioneering women have been fighting for their rights to gender equality on the pitch.
As one of history’s most iconic female rulers, Queen Cleopatra is often seen through a lens created for her by society. From Roman historiography, Latin poetry, Renaissance and Baroque art, to Hollywood films and pop music videos, the world has been utterly enthralled by her. What makes her so fascinating? What do the many different images of her tell us about our own society?
The problem is that the negative externality theory assumes that you can compensate for this externality of environmental degradation from car emissions. With climate change constantly worsening, we can’t just compensate for the externality arising from fossil fuels and private transport usage – we need to actively reverse it.
While the clear stratification of men and women’s football is beginning to be rectified at the national level, our sporting institutions and bureaucracies still leave much to be desired in terms of the prestige, wealth, and glory granted to the women’s game.
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.”
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.
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.