Bravo, Poppy Smart

I’ve been quite slow keeping up with the news this week, and one thing I did catch up on yesterday was Poppy Smart’s story.  If, like me, you hadn’t already heard about it, Poppy hit the headlines on Monday subsequent to a police report she made against a group of builders continually wolf-whistling at her on the way to work.  Outrage ignited amongst journalists and readers alike, the general reaction to Poppy’s story plummeting somewhere in between “shit happens, get over it”, and “feminism-gone-bonkers”.

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Why studying English is NOT a soft option

I’ve always been a fan of English, me.  It’s my kind of subject.  It requires me to use my brain in a particular way, a way with which I am familiar and comfortable.  I love books. I love writing.  I love words.

Numbers – personally?  Not a fan.  I’ve never had a scientific brain nor do I believe I ever will have.  My Maths skills are and always have been appalling, despite receiving extra tuition when I was at school.  And it was only with the help of my best friend that I even scraped through GCSE Science.

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The reality of being a graduate job seeker

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When I finished University last June, I was told I’d be fine.  I already had a job interview scheduled and secured for the following week and I’d worked my arse off for (the majority of) my degree.  I’d taken part in plenty of extra-curricular activities and co-edited the University magazine alongside writing my dissertation.  I’d pretty much always been employed since the age of 16 and had heaps of experience working with people.

YOU’LL BE FINE, they said.

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Stop letting your looks shroud your self-worth

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I stumbled across an article today on Thought Catalog which really baffled me.  I’ve been through it another seven times since and I’m still scratching my head.

It comes from a writer called Elle C. West, published just over a year ago and entitled: I Want To Reclaim “Ugly,” But Everyone Keeps Telling Me I’m Hot.

Its premise can initially mislead you, as I found upon my first reading.  I actually got quite angry.  This girl’s writing was bitter, spiteful and argued how ‘we’re all ugly really’, and this crazy pipe-dream that everyone is beautiful is just plain and simple bullshit.

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