Growing up, I – we – had The Spice Girls. I was completely enamoured by ‘girl power’ all the way back in 1996. I dressed up with my friends, had my favourite (Baby, but I was always made to be Victoria because of my hair and my name. She is my favourite now, however). I performed and danced with my sister, friends and cousins – I collected absolutely everything – and sang my little heart out. It was glorious.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
The Wizard of Oz should be studied as a cautionary tale against the patriarchy. The entire journey is centered around Dorothy travelling down the yellow brick road to find her saviour, the wonderful wizard, who will be able to use his great powers to send her home. Except, when she gets there, we learn that […]
A few words on Britney | Her loneliness is killing us now
When I was 10, I was desperate to grow up. I’d sit on the sofa for hours, flicking back and forth between music video channels; the glow of the TV burning into my slowly decaying retinas. It was during these marathons that my life changed unexpectedly, yet permanently, as I witnessed a moment that now […]