Ētita’s Note: This piece was provided to us by the incomparable Benjamin Doyle, on the premise that we make you, the reader, aware it’s the startings of an incredible thesis
Ētita’s Note: This piece was provided to us by the incomparable Benjamin Doyle, on the premise that we make you, the reader, aware it’s the startings of an incredible thesis
I have exciting news, folks: I have decided to stop shaving my legs. I haven’t necessarily made this choice out of some huge feminist epiphany; it’s more the fact that
*Ētita’s Note: I want to preface this entire piece by saying that this is in no way any promotion of hate speech, but rather a fraction in time. There’s moments
Ok, ok. I’m sure you’ve heard it harped on about countless times before: 8 hours, 8 hours, 8 hours, blah, blah, blah. Clearly the lab coats that deemed this rule
In my first year of uni, I got super into politics. I had just turned 18, it was election year, and I was going to VOTE! Not only that, I
I want to present you with three scenarios. So settle in, close your eyes (figuratively), and imagine the following. It’s a cold morning, around mid June. You wake up to
Can we please stop sexualising fruits? Popping the cherry. The aubergine emoji. The banana emoji. Peach = bunda. Sliced lemon or orange = vulva. Nice melons. Peaches and Cream. Are
Much like your emo teenage cousin, feminism has been through a few different phases. These are mostly referred to as waves. I’ve spent a lot of this summer swimming at
It’s November 19th. Oh, you didn’t think there really was one? Well there is, and let me tell you a little bit about it. Appeals for an International Men’s Day
This week, I wanted to discuss some of the more formidable whare I’ve had the pleasure of occupying since my first year of study. Home is where the heart is,
