I was probably 16 years old when I first learnt about the Bechdel Test. Five years into a seven-year stint at an all-girl’s’ school, I was learning most of my socio-political theory and nuggets of feminist knowledge from Meaningful Threads on Twitter, like every other blossoming social activist did at one point or another. For […]

Sat around a tiny kitchen in Schafer House with three people I had met that day, I felt intimidated. We burnt through all of the typical freshers’ questions with only one left, “where are you from?”. Thirty minutes later the laughter continued, as me and the other two girls bonded over having eastern European mothers,

Being the daughter of the perfect woman sucks.  What sucks even more, is the invalidation that tags along. After all, it can’t be considered childhood trauma if your mother was the epitome of perfect so you end up blaming yourself for feeling anger towards the woman who treated you like her personal project. All those

You wake up whenever you want because you’re an adult and that’s what adults do (read: you wake up far later than what is healthy for the average human being). You do your skincare hoping that it will miraculously cure the acne you’ve had since you were in primary school and also because if you