It seems that ever sinceCaitlin Moran published How to be a Woman feminist sympathising editors have been sitting in their Carrie Bradshaw style apartments, chain-smoking at their Mac and getting to wondering 'can you be a feminist and..?' Can you be a feminist and [insert absolutely anything here] is a new regular feature that various departments in magazines and newspapers take turns on because it can be applied to anything. Fashion (can you be a feminist and wear heels?), lifestyle (can you be a feminist and a stay at home mum?), home (can you be a feminist and decoupage?), politics (can you be a feminist and anti-choice?). You can even use it if you have a regular column (can you be a feminist and reject the label of cis?).
Recently the New Republic published an article on the increasing use of 'baby' as a term of endearment between lovers. Thanks to the New Republic's research (Googling) we know that calling your loved on 'baby' has been around for a while "According to the , it was in the seventeenth century that 'baby' was first used as a romantic term of endearment."
They covered the reasons why the name baby, babe or sweetheart might be used as romantic nicknames but they didn't cover why we find it so ANNOYING. So we have done our own research and here are our reasons why couple's baby talk unsettles us...
So, you're Robin Thicke yeah? Your last hit which was totally feminist because a woman directed the video has been heralded as an anthem for the crime of rape. Where oh where do you go next, artistically speaking? oh, I know, stalking.
Inspired by his personal life in which his wife has left him Robin Thicke has written an entire album dedicated to said wife, called Paula. That's the album and his wife's name. The album and single Get Her Back is all about getting Paula back. Like a lost toy. Oh, is it catchy? Or is it just all, you know...heavy breathing?
It's summer and we know from watching American films and children's shows that that means summer camp (in America, not here - duh). We also know that summer camp is a time for personal revelations, jumping into a massive, picturesque lake, first kisses and first periods. Maybe a little bullying, but that's where a lot of the personal revelations stem from and definitely some kind of amusing misunderstanding - preferably involving a cute animal and a short tempered camp leader. Or this is what I've gleaned from the information available. However camp has taken a new form in No Body Talk summer camps. Eden Village is one such summer camp, the mirrors at this camp have written on them: "Don't check your appearance, check your soul."
There are certain things that we continue to treat as kind of a mystery. Things that we are happy to simply comment on with a shrug and 'I suppose we will never know'. Things like 'if women are funny, why aren't female comedians as successful as men?' or 'why aren't more women entering politics?' or 'how come girls aren't trying to get into engineering and science?' Of course, we do know. We know it's a case of societal norms, being made to feel uncomfortable in the workplace and good ol' fashioned sexism. It's a case of expectations and discouragement. The worst thing about this issue is that often those who for whatever reason have been fortunate enough to be able to get into their desired professional field often have little empathy for those who report difficulty. 'Why don't they just do it?'
They grow up so quickly, it seems like only yesterday Squeamish Sue was working away on herAccess course and attending Warwick university seemed an unreachable dream. Now she's finished her second year as a mature student in Sociology at Warwick and appears to be their new mature mascot...Even though we found her first.
Well, that's second year done! In addition to eight hours of exams I also had four pieces of assessed work to submit, comprising two 3000 word essays and two 5000 word research projects. Feedback and marks for the exams won't be in until all are complete. Feedback and marks on assessed work is all now in.
It is the Summer Solstice tomorrow, with some people questioning if it is definitely summer - refusing to loosen their woolly scarf just in case - and others resolutely donning their shorts from May onward. We know that in the UK we don't do summer well. Yes everyone's very enthusiastic when the sun does come out. There is Pimms and if you like tennis and stuff like that you are fine come summer. Everybody loves a barbecue, once the veggie/meat cooking etiquette has been established. But think of those who wilt in the heat, or are sceptical about a day remaining lovely from dusk till dawn and daren't leave the house without a pac-a-mac packed. What should they do once winter/spring definitely breaks into summer? We share our summer coping skills...
The slogan 'Nothing About Us Without Us' - which Wikipedia helpfully informs me is 'Nihil de nobis, sine nobis' in Latin - is important because so many decisions that govern certain people's lives are made without their consent or their sometimes vital input. For instance it is rare a sex worker is asked about their safety and profession, instead we hear from columnists who are squeamish about the sex trade or sceptical about the adults who choose to enter it. Whilst it is occasionally understandable, for instance there are few incidents in which 4 year old children are consulted for good reason, it was surprising to see an image from the Global Summit of Women with only men on the stage.
You know how in fairy tales, fables or Mr Men books often the villain, or animal in the wrong gets a taste of their own medicine and that's how they learn the error of their ways? It is perhaps a more interesting twist in the plot, preferable to a scene in which the victim explains to the perpetrator why what they are doing is wrong. We like to see the victim turn hero and we like to see those in the wrong get their comeuppance. In real life however it doesn't always work like that. Anti-feminists, MRAs etc often use the phrase 'double standards' when a problem for women usually caused by men is turned on its head, thereby seemingly dismissing it without examining the details. What happens when women start to mimic male harassment?
It was Father's Day on Sunday, which meant the paternal figure in your life - whether they are around or not - was probably on your mind. A new trend on the social networking sites for such fake celebratory days (in Portugal they have Children's Day, which I discovered at 10. When I asked my mother why we didn't have Children's Day in the UK she growled [with fake exasperation, not because my mother is a bear] "Everyday is Children's Day) is to post darling photos from years ago when you were a kid and your dad still reasonably svelte, out and about. It would not be a wild generalisation to suppose these photos were taken on a weekend and not while your daddy was on paternity leave. It was and peculiarly is still something that most regard as 'just not done'. So will centre-left think tank IPPR's idea that paternity leave and pay should be doubled change our feelings about paternity leave?