Women and Pills (part 2)

“Women who misbehave, who refuse to conform, and what is done to them.” Women are controlled by medication; many women even control themselves, voluntarily submitting to sedatives or stimulants in order to suppress or enhance whatever it is about their mind or body that they believe needs suppressing or enhancing. We are taught to control...

Exploring the Long History Between Women and Pills

Women and pills have a long, troubled history. From opiates like morphine and laudanum, which were used as painkillers and to mitigate anxiety in the nineteenth century, to contemporary psychiatric medication, women have always been more likely to be prescribed, to take, and to suffer from addiction to drugs. There is some gender bias at...

The Performance Artist Exorcizing Her Demons On Stage

Celeste XXX is something that I have created as a rebellion towards conventional views of art, music, and the female form. XXX meaning sexually explicit or provocative content XXX meaning poison “punk” does not have to have a distorted fast pace guitar and angry vocals and pop does not have to be a mainstream thing....

Femmes Omitted: Nellie Bly: The Girl Puzzle

As women, we know the feeling of outrage when our entire existence is reduced to archetypal gender norms: a man telling you to get back to the kitchen, to smile as if you exist for his gratification only, what you can and can’t do with your own body. That outrage, and that fire, is the...

Just, Our Girls

Who are the girls you see? Pure, dolls colored pink, white dress with lace, unicorn, quiet, shy, obey… Who are they? In here, only ‘our’ girls exist. Just, ‘our’ girls stand in front of you. An insight on the women doing ‘unconventional’ jobs for our gender by illustrator by Handi Kim

A Call For Diversity

All photos are self-portraits. I do the whole process by myself. The production, styling, makeup, set up of the space (usually my room), composition, and everything else. I get to learn from different fields and it lets me have more control over what I’m looking for. And then I ask my husband to press the...

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...

One In Five Project

I was raped in 2014. I struggled to function in everyday situations, leaving my flat in London was difficult and the only place I felt safe was my bedroom, I grew confidence to be able to go to university and be in the darkroom printing for hours and hours on end. I started drinking a...

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...

Iara Lee, ‘Burkinabe Rising: The Art of Resistance in Burkina Faso’

I discovered the work of film director Iara Lee, founder of Cultures of Resistance foundation, whilst researching the role of women in the Western Sahara conflict, which she explores in her documentary, Life is Waiting: Referendum and Resistance in Western Sahara. After speaking about her experiences in the refugee camps in Algeria, I was excited...

Cage Dancing 101: How To Wake Up Your Inner Vixen Without Flashing Anyone

Cage dancing, a pretty unheard of concept in everyday life, but I am here to guide you through the nu-metal erotic underworld world that I have been hanging out in for the last few months, and to pass on some magical life wisdom I have gained by pretending to be a Goth Britney spears. Cage dancing is...

Pigtails And Poppadoms

Stories about the coolness of my hair, my food, and my culture. As a brown girl born and raised in Bangkok, pigtails were a permanency growing up. They were easy for my mother and my myriad of aunties to quickly weave together. They would melodically repeat the same phrase over and over again, that pigtails...