Wimbledon makes me want to do things. Things I would never normally even consider doing. I’m not an angry person – despite society telling me that my orange locks require it of me – yet this tennis tournament incites real rage within me. Society wins. Wimbledon winds me up. My uncharacteristic actions are threefold: Firstly, I […]
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Whooping Gough: on abandoning all sense of self, foot shaming and mounting Florence
It’s exciting isn’t it; being something you’re not. Enough of this “love the skin you’re in”, “you’re worth it”, “mm Danone” crap. It’s time to bend your entire perception of self to a conceptual stereotype, depending on your location. I just did so and would highly recommend. Coming from the sleepy “northern” (to most of […]