5:06am I just really needed Alejandro González Iñárritu of 'Birdman' to wrap it up. But it was enjoyable all the same, garnering as much highs as it did lows. So let's not digress any further: let's talk about what went down at the Oscars, and what actually just flopped at the Oscars.
Sunday, 22 February 2015
Wednesday, 17 December 2014
Being equipped with your first bra is a momentous experience in any pre-pubescent girls life. More than a support for fat that hasn't arrived yet, your first bra is the physical indicator of closing the door on childhood and barging through the door of adolescence. Typically, my entry through that door was clumsy as fuck. It was in 5th class when I came to the awkward realisation that all of my friends were wearing bras, and I was not. I had missed Bra Initiation Day apparently. Of course, I withheld this detail from them and the next day I dutifully wore one of my sister's bras into school.
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
What has Lena Dunham been criticised for now you ask? Well, in her recently published memoir, "Not That Kind of Girl", she recalls an incident in which a seven year old Lena is overcome with anatomical curiosity of the female body and opens the lips of her baby sister's vagina to compare to her own (and then subsequently finds tiny pebbles inside). But the essay has been recently twisted by conservative, right wing writers from TruthRevolt.org and The National Review and is essentially retold as a story of sexual abuse, a claim which has now cantered it's way around the internet and echoed by a surprising amount of support. Let's discuss.
Thursday, 30 October 2014
Tuesday, 28 October 2014
This very first Trendspotting blog post has been propelled into existence courtesy of my impoverished bank account. In case you guys don't know, I lost my iPhone recently - I don't really like to talk about it that much. But it has consequentially left me in a terrible state both financially and mentally. However, I won't lament any further about my financial or mental woes because, let's be honest, you guys don't really care any more, so instead I'm going to continue telling the thrilling origin story of this post about knitwear.
Thursday, 9 October 2014
Losing an iPhone is an experience that is unrivalled in terms of the emotional decomposition that it inflicts. To be quite honest, the only experience you might dare compare it to, is the experience of losing a limb. That sounds really drastic and I'm aware that my privileged millennial existence is coming off strongly here, but hear me out. Like a leg, my iPhone got me to where I needed to go, whether it's telling me when my bus is due, or gently reminding me what room my politics tutorial is in, it got me around. Much like an arm, it allowed me to give and take things: calls, texts, and groupon deals. My phone was very much an extension of my left hand and let's face it, an extension of my overall being.