My life in Cambridge is a strange mixture of privilege and precarity. One day I’m dining in Peterhouse’s 13th-century hall, lit only by candles. The next, I’m trying to pay the rent.
A formerly all-female institution sent an all-male panel to the quiz show.
Meanwhile, almost every single male character is off bantering with their brothers-in-arms.
All the reasons why you don’t want to go to Hogwarts.
Do the stories we tell ourselves need to be true?
Weed culture has moved away from a “stoner bro” stereotype towards a more feminised aesthetic.
There is a strong current of Nineties nostalgia that blends the ironic celebration of childhood kitsch with wilful self-infantilisation.
"Why aren't there more women on University Challenge?" lament the same newspapers which cheerfully objectify young female contestants.
It has been a week of departures from my usual life as a PhD student.