There are so many things in life I want to pursue; the number of books I’m yet to read is endless, the films on my ‘what to watch’ list are rapidly building, not to mention the ukulele lying neglected upon a bookshelf just waiting to be played. Those are simply a few things off the top of my head, awaiting my attention. Now, my dilemma is not that I am lacking in time, I actually seem to have an abundance of that when I really think about it. The problem is that my mind simply won’t function. After terms of hard work preparing for exams, copious amounts of revision, maintaining a part-time job, attempting to uphold a (somewhat) lively social life and trying to get a decent amount of sleep, I just can’t seem to manage to exert myself in any other areas of life.
For as long as I can remember, (as cliché as this may sound), I’ve loved to read. And before I could read, I recall stories being told to me before bed, whether those be ones of my parents’ imagination or simply a passage from Roald Dahl. Even when I didn’t really feel like reading, I’d fall asleep to a Harry Potter audio book or something of that nature. Interestingly, I’ve always prided myself on being a bit of a “bookworm”, whether that’s due to my career aspirations or just because I felt like it elevated me somewhat, I’m not sure. However in recent years I’ve been reading (pardon the pun) more and more into how my love of literature has effected my decisions and behaviours.
Recently I made the appalling, to say the least, discovery that many women’s products are being sold at 10% more than men’s that do exactly the same job. For example, men’s razors are likely to cost far less than women’s, despite doing the same, if not a better, job. What astounded me the most might have been the fact that apparently there is scientific research proving that women like to pay more for their products because it makes them feel “pampered”. Well I’m not having any of it.
Nothing riles me more than a woman so ignorant that she doesn’t even realise how unfeminist her own views are. Picture this: After a long hard day of doing nothing I settled down to watch a recording of Dragon’s Den. Now being the self-confessed lazy person that I am, I didn’t get up immediately to turn the television of and an episode of Newsnight came on. I wasn’t particularly paying any attention until I heard a woman slating the recent #AskHerMore campaign.
For years, decades, centuries, people have been striving to find the perfect definition for the complex and mind-boggling concept that is, ‘love’. But it seems that merely finding a definition is one challenge, truly understanding it is another.
Over recent years the intensity of my school and college work has (not so steadily) increased. Each year we’re being pushed further and further towards deadlines and in doing so we drift away from our original love for the subject. I remember the first time I ever got to choose what subjects I wanted to study at GCSE, I was ecstatic to say the least. Unfortunately the reality of the situation was not exactly what I expected…