Aside from the fact that rates of divorce are increasing at an unprecedented level amongst 'grown-up adults' (therefore not setting the bar high for marriage amongst children and the coming generations) - Young people are also faced with the recent phenomenal complexity of gender identity politics; an exhaustive list of terms which one may identify their sexuality to; shallow representations of relationships portrayed by the media; as well as the instant accessibility to social networks that comes with the now normalised constant internet usage.
Once the cracks could no longer tolerate the embarrassing naivety at which I was handling my daily life affairs, it finally gave way and erupted into a volcanic explosion; giving way to what came to be the year 2018.
This subtle shift in the focus of the pattern of the couple's arguments usually occurs early in the relationship. Because this pattern is so subtle and hard to initially identify, our culture has been slow to identify it as abuse.
As I sit in anger, my mind can't help but reminisce on that one time, where I was accused of being a 'third wave feminist'. I use the word accuse, because this male, threw the word at me as though I should be ashamed of it.
"Hey sis, how do I become like these women?" I swift my gaze from my phone to hers, and analyse the pictures being displayed: Successful women. My mind in a spiral, I wonder if I should give her a cliché response. You know... one of those typical quotes you see floating around the internet that we all love? "Comparison is the thief of joy" etc?
I can recall walking past River Island and TopShop with longing eyes, knowing that at the time I couldn't quite afford their trendy clothes, but not ceasing to try them on in the changing rooms and taking mirror selfies - yearning for the days where I could comfortably fork out £40 on a pair of good quality jeans.
I intently stare at my tear streamed face in the mirror and as though in a trance, transport myself to fifteen years ago; standing at this exact spot. ** I feel nostalgic as I stand behind my younger self, longingly gazing at my optimistic and enthusiastic 11 year old persona: "I can't wait to be… Continue reading The Fictional Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic
Have you ever looked in the mirror and wanted to change something about your appearance? For me that has always been my weight. The heaviest I've been on the scale has been 8 stones (50kg) and this didn’t even last two weeks before the weight dropped back down again. It’s a struggle. From secondary school… Continue reading Body Image Struggles: Weight Gain
This topic has been sparked by an observation made throughout the weekend at a family get-together. It was observed that men feel entitled to things simply because they are men, deeming themselves to have more economic power than women. This speaks to a large societal problem which has deep ties in patriarchy, most especially amongst… Continue reading Why As Ladies, We Should Be Financially Independent