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University induces many introspective alterations for young adults like myself. Reducing the entirety of your existence to a couple of bags and relocating to unprecedented places with strange buildings and even stranger people - it’s almost biblically required to question the makings of yourself whilst the ‘new you’ becomes discovered. Simultaneously, your personal taste is amplified: what once rhymed is now obviously prosaic and the background music to your innovations is LC

In a climate of wanting to fit in, wear what’s trending, and the desperate need to categorise each other, is it right to say that we have lost our sense of who we are as individuals? When scrolling on social media platforms such as Instagram and TikTok, the consumer is consistently met with expectations surrounding how they should act or behave, what the ‘cool girls’ are wearing, and what ‘gym girls’ eat in a day. Why is it that women are always being pushed to fit a mould ba

Some of you may relate to the sensory overload of a long day filled with ordinary activities and overlapping conversations on campus. A real mess of stimulus, another type of fatigue. Things can suddenly become too loud, too bright, the images flash too fast. Describing this can sound hyperbolic, but when it comes to the sensory experience, everything tends to be more intense. Especially in a society where everything becomes “overstimulating” - a word commonly used in our gen

Confronted with the spread of reductive readings of Emily Ratajkowski’s Mother F*cker – a personal essay tracing Ratajkowski’s sexual endeavours in the wake of becoming a single mother – I found myself preoccupied with the principles of careful, contextual reading. While conservative commentators attacked The Cut article as a modern feminist guide to female empowerment, my initial understanding of Ratajkowski’s writing signalled something considerably more ambivalent. To me,