Picasso 1932: The Master And Misogynist

Before entering the Picasso 1932 exhibition at the Tate Modern, I knew Picasso was a bit of a prick, and I knew that a look at ‘Love, Fame and Tragedy’ was going to display that in all its glory. But I also came with anticipation; I love modernist art and Picasso is a master, some...

Behind Patriarchy Looms The Spectre Of Tacky Lesbianism

There’s a specter haunting patriarchal beauty standards: the specter of tacky lesbianism. For the purpose of this article, I am going to self-identify as a someone who is: nonbinary butch a lesbian, and (in this case, most importantly) habitually tacky.   I am not going to attempt to define tacky lesbianism in this article, as...

Trends

Our pink haired heroine explains why she doesn’t follow trends… or does she? Comic: Yaga Sara                            

9 Ways To Survive The General Election

On April 18th, 2017, our harsh and merciless lizard leader Theresa May announced a snap election was coming to our fair shores in less than 50 days. Never one to miss out on an opportunity to capitalise on a time of instability, the Conservative leader went back on her word from less than a year...

The Jennifer Lawrence Effect

Did you catch [insert any late night talk show]? Spoiler: it involved another slim, probably white, cisgender star sharing quirky anecdotes about their “awkward” adolescence. We need to talk about the celebrity identity crisis. Sure, it’s a little late to challenge the concept of celebrity idolization, but just because we’re image-obsessed skin bags doomed to...

Simulated Life

Creating and controlling Sims is one of the most innocent thrills anyone can have in life. I create them in my image, albeit, within the presets Maxis has to offer. I carefully develop their lives as the pinnacle of simhood. Within the confines of that hard drive, I am god, and she’s driven by two...

Art Is History

In the dining room of my mum’s house lives a painting, and no matter how many times I ask her to take it down, she refuses. “It is a piece of you” she says. And she is right, it is a piece of me: my journey, development, struggles, successes, emotions, many selves and a turbulent...

What’s So Wrong With Maximalism?

I am fed up. I write about makeup most days, and think about makeup all days. A large part of my psyche is occupied by thoughts of duo-chrome eyeshadow, lined lips, bushy, brushed-up eyebrows and glitter. I simply love it, in a way I doubt can be properly translated to someone who doesn’t “get it.”...

I Do, I Don’t

When I was in third grade our teacher announced that on the leap year, it was okay for women to propose to men. By the time lunch came around I decided that Josh, the skinny, sandy-haired boy I sat across from, was the one. We staged pseudo weddings in the hallway, constructing rings out of...

Life in 2D: Why Are Video Games Still So Sexist?

  While watching a friend of mine play the latest version of Metal Gear Solid, the Phantom Pain, I discovered the game’s primary female protagonist, Quiet. Quiet, as the name suggests, is quiet. She does not speak, but, despite this and her lack of attire, she is a skilled assassin, accompanying Snake on missions throughout...

Big Tits & Little Shits- on growing up with buxom breasts

I was fine with my big tits until I was 14 in the P.E. changing rooms and another girl told me that I had the body of a 40 year old. Up until that point, I’d always had a sense of faux pride in what my body had provided for me – big breasts that...