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Portrait of a lady online

Overgrown e-boy Elon Musk says: "We’re already a cyborg… You have a digital version of yourself, a partial version of yourself online in the form of your emails, your social media, and all the things that you do." This horcrux-ing of our souls has created digital distillations of our identities and I believe they are more fully formed than we may think. Moreover, in my totally cosmological-inept view, I see the internet as the fourth plane of existence. University of Glasgow Neuroscience student

Love and rage in politics

A spectre is haunting the West - the spectre of faux gentility. And it is both ludicrous and terrifying. Politics has been drained of emotion. In its place lies only meaningless, empty and ineffective soundbites. Between the dead breed of poetic revolutionaries, Starmer’s commitment to accelerating the ranks of wet wipery and neo-liberal brainwashing, performative propriety has permeated from Peers to the press. The expression of caring exists on a spectrum, with love and rage on polar sides and both are necessary. Yet, we currently reside in some vacuous space inbetween. In the present landscape, anyone who sticks their head out above the parapet is shot down - we are currently living in a No Man’s Land of emotion. I ask the same question posited some 18 years ago: where is the love? Equally, no one is raging against the machine. The space for such expression has been tactically erased by the Establishment (I must clarify, this observation does not aim to conflate the sentiment of ‘PC gone mad’ outraged bigots: namely the suggestion that there is an anodyne agenda by offended-by-everything-snowflake-lefties to police freedom of speech). A fundamental Saussurean truth is that language is supposed to assign meaning to experiences, yet we have no longer have any meaning.

An album that soundtracks my life: Life in Cartoon Motion by MIKA

Life in Cartoon Motion was the 2007 debut album from Michael Holbrook Penniman Jr. aka MIKA. It was the ultimate soundtrack to my family road trips at age seven. The riotous jollity of the 10-track project united us all: my mum who favoured blue-eyed soul singer Robert Palmer, my dad who vibed solely with folk legend John Prine, my eldest brother who was deep in his Linkin Park phase and my other brother who was content supporting the shameful late 00s period which grime veterans wish they could

Family Canon: The (prolitari)cat in the hat

The Cat in the Hat, the live-action adaptation of Dr. Seuss’ classic children’s book, reigns supreme in my family canon. Mike Myers’ chef-d’oeuvres operates on its own plane of existence – one of simultaneous intellect and insanity. Disclaimer: this article may offend the haughty, Tarantino-bitched bros of film Twitter. I can understand why people may hate this film but I will defend its auteurist merit until my dying breath and yes, I am calling it a FILM! I attest that Seuss could Sorkin, but

Picking a bone with: The quadruple threat: White, male, posh and English!

An unpalatable truth of the current UK acting industry is that it almost exclusively reserves its most glittering job prospects and abundance of praise for White, male, upper class actors from England. Unbiased sample of British talent should show more than just Anglo gentlemen who were Made in Chelsea - we need to talk about Kensington… You know when you have a loose thought swimming about in your mind, and then you see someone articulate your intended sentiment perfectly, providing a coherent

Best of both worlds: Miley Cyrus, popstar or rockstar?

Miley Cyrus’ recent array of performances, including a body of Metallica covers and swift announcement of a forthcoming rock album entitled Plastic Hearts, left some excited and others sceptical at her alteration of style. I attest that this duality is not shocking or new. After all, she’s been living a double life since her teenage years… As Disney demigoddess Hannah Montana, Cyrus achieved great triumphs: a five-year TV show run, a world tour and an eponymous feature-length movie. But with th

The Female Gaze: Modern Woman’s Prerogative to Peep

[John] Do you have to be so vulgar about men? Like they’re pieces of meat? [Denise] …let me be clear. After centuries of men looking at my tits instead of my eyes and pinching my ass instead of shaking my hand, I now have the divine right to stare at a man’s backside with vulgar, cheap appreciation if I want to! The above conversation is from the 2006 romance drama PS I Love You in which Lisa Kudrow’s character succinctly defends the modern woman’s prerogative to peep! With regard to the image

R Pattz: forte beyond the fangs

In Harry Potter’s fourth instalment in 2005, Robert Pattinson portkeyed into our lives as golden boy Cedric Diggory, before finding fame in a certain fantasy franchise as Edward Cullen. Boldly traversing genres in recent years, from psychological horror and crime, to espionage action and 15th century period drama, Pattinson has proved he is one versatile vampire with acting chops that simply do not quit. The R Pattz Renaissance has officially arrived. After having your face printed on every con

No(lan) woman, no cry

A central criticism of Christopher Nolan’s films regards his representation of women, which consistently takes the form of a male character’s dead wife, thus perpetuating the “stuffed into the fridge” trope. This is such a virulent feature in TV and film that it has created its own verb: to “fridge”. This refers to lazy screenwriting that shows a female character’s murder, or at least brutal assault, as the motivating spark for the fire of self-discovery and fulfilment of potential that the male

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