There’s a talk by American activist and media pundit Dan Savage about romantic relationships and their “price of admission”. Essentially, the price of admission is the thing(s) you’re willing to put up with to have your partner in your life. It might be a bad habit, an obscure fetish, or a political belief. A friend… Continue reading The price of power
Category: Jeremy Corbyn
Better than this
I’ve been trying to write about tomorrow’s election for a couple of weeks now, but I’ve struggled. I read Dave Eggers’ 2013 novel The Circle over the weekend – binged on it, really, and if you haven’t read it, I urge you to – and it made me incredibly conscious of how many opinions we now try… Continue reading Better than this
On not knowing how to feel
There must be a German word for not knowing what to think about Corbyn. — Matt Haig (@matthaig1) August 9, 2016 Jeremy Corbyn causes arguments in our flat. He’s always coming around, leaving the milk out and putting the empty peanut butter jar back in the cupboard – metaphorically speaking. A couple of nights before… Continue reading On not knowing how to feel
Who are we, now?
I have always thought that writing is a lot like code-breaking. Especially when it comes to writing about something meaty and problematic – you have to sit there and stare at the facts, pluck ideas out of thin air and dismiss them; you have to try one angle, then another, until you find the right… Continue reading Who are we, now?
Corbyn, carriages and catcalls
Image-searched “woman on train”. This seemed the least ridiculous result. I’ll admit, I sort of missed the whole Jeremy Corbyn thing blowing up. I don’t know where I was – crying over a fruitless flathunt, probably* – but I looked up a few weeks ago and suddenly he was everywhere. With the face of… Continue reading Corbyn, carriages and catcalls