Clothes Horse

I used to be a total clothes horse. Throughout high school, if a day came when I had nothing new to wear, I’d throw something together, or staple something together, or safety pin it. Upholstery fabric was easy to wrap into a sari. Retro polo shirts became skirts. Anything ­– a boy scout uniform, a nurse’s...

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.”...

The Ocean, Democracy & Babely Powers

Let’s get one thing straight: every body is a beach body. There. It’s settled. And yes, although I prescribe to this belief devoutly, I am admittedly still in the process of unlearning years upon years of the stifling, oppressing, and simply boring beachwear regulations thrust upon men and women alike. It is undeniable, though, that...

Black Vulnerability

During a turbulent time, Jasmine Weber captures black vulnerability in a series of photographs, accompanied by a short essay discussing police brutality and racial trauma. After experiencing tragedy, black people are not afforded the freedom to be vulnerable. Centuries upon centuries of discrimination and systemic racism have painted a picture of black Americans that is...

Luxury Communism

Since the robotic revolution began, automation has empowered the digital generation in a myriad of ways. From e-democracy to reproductive technology, the almighty machine has ubiquitously been a liberating force on modern society. With its omnipresence conquering more and more of our everyday lives, what will automation be used to free us from next? The...

Faeces Thesis

“Have you seen that girl staring at us?” my friend whispered in my ear, “she’s such a bitch”. This is normally how hostility between women begins: through an unfounded, unwarranted yet unbelievably self-assured statement of war. “What do you mean?”, I asked my friend. “I don’t like the way she is looking at me”. Since...

We Need to Talk About Channing

It’s difficult, years down the line, as the dedicated owner of both a life-size cutout of the man himself AND a Magic Mike XXL poster, to believe that I can have ever hated Channing Tatum. But I did, and with great vitriol. At school I (and I can’t be alone in this) was forced to...

Why a ‘good abortion film’ should never just be an ‘abortion film’

It’s no secret that abortion is a tricky subject for people to handle. With the recent shooting at Planned Parenthood, the abortion laws in Ireland and stories of illegal abortions around the world, abortion has been hitting all of our news screens in the past few months. But what about our film screens? Grandma (2015)...

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...

Where’s My American Pie?

There is an aspect of our adolescence that is ignored by our parents and over exaggerated by the film industry – of older boys and younger girls (note, I said boys). When you’re fifteen, the guys you hang out with are eighteen. And it’s great: they buy you fags and take your virginity and drive...