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Separating the art from the artist in 2022: social media, expectations and betrayal

By Izzie James.

Content Warning: References to Sexual Assault

This past week, fans of the artist Alexander O’Connor, known by his stage name ‘Rex Orange County’, were left heartbroken when it emerged that he is being taken to court over sexual assault charges. Although the trial is yet to happen, the idea that their favourite artist could do something so horrible sent shockwaves through his fanbase and the internet. 

Many people took to social media to express their disappointment and disgust. O’Connor’s music was a source of comfort. Those who have been supporting him for years found themselves unable to listen to his music. Thoughts went out to the victim, who remains anonymous, with fans tweeting messages such as: ‘this has broken me but my sympathy only lies with the victim’ and ‘we’re truly hurt but can’t imagine how the victim feels.’

The case against O’Connor brings back a question that has been asked for many years: Should we separate the art from the artist? How can we? Should we no longer listen to someone’s music, watch their movies or consume their artwork after they have been accused of something so terrible?

For fans in 2022, separating the art from the artist seems different. This is because social media has created a new insight into the lives of the artist. Fans will feel closer to the artist because they can view their everyday life through social media, creating this sense of knowing the artist on an intimate level. Before social media, you couldn’t just log onto Instagram to see what your favourite celebrity is up to, or interact with them through your phone. With O’Connor’s charges coming to light, many fans feel that a personal connection, and a form of trust, has been broken. It goes to show that social media is not a reality, and that following and watching someone religiously through a screen does not mean that you know them.

There is another strange dimension to separating the art from the artist. Some artists are able to push past their controversies and accusations. Chris Brown has had numerous charges against him, with the most notorious being his assault on Rihanna in 2009. He’s also been accused of theft, sexual assault and has had a restraining order filed against him. Despite all this, he still has a huge following, with his music continuing to be played around the world.

Although O’Connor has pleaded not guilty, with his trial date set for January, his reception after the case will be interesting. Rex Orange County is considered a ‘nice guy’. His music centres around love, heartbreak and healing. His lyrics include statements such as:

‘It ain’t new to me, feeling this lonely’

‘There ain’t no one else more beautiful in this damn world’

‘I can show you everything’

In contrast, Chris Brown’s lyrics are littered with profanities, objectifying women and boasting about his actions:

‘These hoes ain’t loyal’

‘I can make a broke bitch rich’

‘She f*** me for the fame’

Chris Brown’s ability to continue to thrive in the music world suggests that the image an artist perpetuates affects people’s reactions to their controversies. O’Connor, if proven guilty, will induce a huge feeling of betrayal in his fans, as they saw him as the reliable ‘nice guy’. In contrast, Chris Brown embodies the ‘bad boy’ trope, an unapologetically controversial figure who does not shy away from it in his lyrics. Where O’Connor opens up about sadness and loneliness in his songs, creating a bridge between listener and singer, Chris Brown keeps you at a distance, his songs never really breaking through surface level materiality. 

If O’Connor is proven guilty, he should not be allowed the privilege of having a platform or continuing to produce music. Chris Brown should not either, but unfortunately, he has come out of his controversies fairly unscathed. Expectations aside, it is important to hold all artists to the same standards. We shouldn’t be giving a platform to assaulters. Social media is a great way to support your favourite artist, but it is not always an accurate portrayal of that person.

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Durham Housing: Who’s to Blame? – Exploring the Mental Health Implications of the Current Crisis

By Thea Opperman.

Autumn leaves turning; thick knitwear and coats being brought out again; the fading, but still somewhat fresh tan from summer giving the illusion you are not as exhausted from freshers as you feel; limited assignments and work; the joys of making your new house (filled with mould) feel more like home. These are just a few of a myriad of reasons why the beginning of the year is so enjoyable, and why October is a happy month – I think.

Now, remember that feeling – that happiness – because by week 3 it all comes crashing down, and like a bolt of lightning, you are hit with the question of housing. “Where will I live? Who will I live with? How many of us will stay together? Are we really good enough friends yet? I’ve only known them for two weeks!! And what if my budget doesn’t stretch? How will I tell them I can’t afford what they can?…” and on, and on, and on. The anxiety of housing is an age-old problem, but something feels different in the air this year, something much more alarming. 

Traditionally, one of the main problems facing freshers is the question of who they will live with, considering how quickly Durham’s housing drive gets going. We have all been there, sussing out your hallmates whilst they size you up too. During the coronavirus years, this problem could not have been felt more prominently, given how small fresher’s social circles were, and thus their ability to ‘find their people’, as the saying goes. 

So when reaching second year, one would hope those problems might stay firmly put in the memories of ‘the good old days.’ But alas, just as soon as you have figured out how the malfunctioning shower works in your new house, you have to start thinking of third year housing, and the cycle restarts: “Which group will you fall into? How can you slim down from 6 people to 4? Would writing a dissertation with their mess be possible? Can I really live with them again?!” Once again you find yourself frantically running around Durham begging any estate agent to show you something half decent within budget, all the while trying even harder not to jeopardise friendships and feelings. 

As mentioned above however, these issues are not particularly new, and, as most students can attest, come Christmas, the nightmares of housing are a thing of the past. But this year there is an added layer of complexity in the air: the excessive rise in the cost of living, paired with the overpopulation of such a small city as Durham, has led to an atmosphere of extreme stress and anxiety when it comes to finding student accommodation. 

It has been reported that the day before Frampton & Roebuck estate agents released their housing, students were waiting in line from 2am. Now, where the fault lies for these cases is a potent question, and undoubtedly, the university’s responsibility for the extremities of the situation cannot be understated. Zara, a second-year student waiting to sign for her final year, told Wayzgoose that “having to queue through the hours of the night to sign a house, because of the university’s desire to oversubscribe for profit, was a hard pill to swallow at 2 o’clock in the morning.” 

Sadly, Zara’s words ring true. In 2017, Durham released a document outlining their Building Strategy for the next ten years. They write “[we are] committed to delivering excellence across the board… Nevertheless, we can do better and to that end we have reviewed the size, shape, and mission of the University. We currently have 15,000 students in Durham City… [but] Following extensive work, [the] Council [of the university] has agreed to increase the student population at Durham University to 21,500 by 2027.” 

Let’s take stock of these staggering figures for a moment: Durham has reached 20,268 students, according to their website. That is only 1000 students away from their predicted target for 2027. To have achieved an 81% increase of the 10-year goal in just 5 years is terrifying, even when considering the argument that this extreme spike has been compounded by coronavirus. 

Zara went on to highlight that “it also puts students in an unfair position of risk and vulnerability” by having to queue in the middle of the night; but I would argue it does much more. By expanding Durham at such a rate that their 43% 10-year growth rate is achieved in half the time, the university makes students incredibly vulnerable to private landlord’s fluctuating rent prices. Looking at my own third year flat this year, costing us £140 per week, including bills. Next year, however? It has been raised to £195, not including bills. That’s a near 40% increase in just one year.

But what does this mean for the everyday student trying to find somewhere to live? Well, the university clearly has severe structural issues at hand, but the mental health factors and implications of this crisis are arguably far greater. One student told Wayzgoose that their friends, having formed a group of 5, were “forced to drop one person as the 4-man houses were all they could afford”, leading to obvious cases of loneliness, exclusivity, and seclusion. Furthermore, Max, a third year looking for Master’s accommodation, stated that “housing has taken up so much of my time that work and sports have had to take a back seat.”

Clearly, then, everyday life is being seriously affected here for many. But, as Emma, a second-year student, told us, her forced re-shift of their group last year has meant living with an add-on who “has been the best new housemate!” This crisis is undoubtedly a problem, but perhaps it may lead to more patience and kindness from one student to another. The reassurance of home security creates the space in which art, academics, personal growth, and creativity may flourish. Students now stripped of this sense of security are not only plunged into impending physical vulnerability, but also a mental ‘fight-or-flight’. All I can hope for by highlighting these issues is that those feeling them most profoundly might see that it is not their fault, and that they are not alone. 

Sources: Durham University Strategy 2017-2027 

(https://www.durham.ac.uk/media/durham-university/about-us/pdfs/DurhamUniversityStrategy2017-2027Summarydoc.pdf)

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Trashion: Rethink. Repurpose. Raise Awareness.

By Emily Mahoney.

The first question I had when approaching the Trashion team was, what is Trashion? Having seen the sleek, yet somewhat cryptic Instagram page, I was enthralled. I knew I needed to find out more about this new initiative. Shirley Chu, the co-president of Trashion, explained to me that Trashion is part of Enactus, a social enterprise situated in universities across the world which funds students to create products that generate real sustainable progress for themselves and the communities they are in.  

Now how does Trashion fit into this organisation? Shirley informed me that Trashion is one of Enactus’ commercial projects, and the money that they raise from their events goes on to fund other important Enactus projects in Durham, such as Taka Taka Zero, the Ugly Fruit Group and Glow Cycle. In this way, the Trashion team can fund and help other charitable endeavours, alongside their own goals of raising awareness around sustainability. Shirley makes it clear that their main goal is to, ‘shed light on the polluting effects of the fashion industry and help the next generation of changemakers find a new mindset’.

Kate Kellow, their creative director, explains how they are planning to hold a static fashion presentation which displays upcycled garments made from waste material and fabrics. These pieces would be designed and crafted, by hand, by Durham students such as Kate herself. She tells me that she even repurposes and upcycles her own clothes in her spare time, and that she is thrilled to be able to use her love for sewing in such a meaningful way. Alongside this event they will be holding sewing workshops (all abilities welcome) and litter picking, as well as running collaborations with various climate and sustainable societies. When asked how she would approach shopping sustainably, Kate told me, ‘the best thing to do would be to look in charity shops, on Depop, Thrifted or Vinted for what you want first before buying it from Zara, because you could find something nicer and cheaper that will last you longer’, and, ‘ignore trend cycles, buy good quality pieces that you will re-wear again and again’. Her favourite recommendation is Second Hand Soph, a website full of second-hand clothing that has grown from a Depop page.

Eva Sayers, Trashion’s Marketing Executive, discussed some of the reasons why she feels that Trashion fills a hole in Durham; ‘There’s a lack of funding for creative outlets in Durham, the university is generally sports-dominated with less of an importance placed on the arts and there are plenty of people who want to be creative directors, fashion and graphic designers etc., but they need a project they can engage with and express their creativity in, and I believe that Trashion can be that project’. She tells me that they are going to have specific Trashion bins in the library and TLC, with the rubbish that students contribute being used to create the garments for the exhibition. Eva thinks that, ‘if people have their cans, they should put them in the sustainable Trashion bin, and then eventually, [they can] see their rubbish in the clothing at the exhibition’, and know that, ‘they have contributed which shows the process,’ that goes beyond, ‘just putting it in the bin and not seeing or thinking about where it goes’. This definitely sparks a thought-provoking conversation about our own, ‘Trash’, and where the things that we put in the bin eventually end up. I am incredibly excited to see the final pieces.

One important thing that shone through to me about Trashion is the lack of judgement. They are aware that not all students can afford to purchase clothing from small sustainable businesses and have an extremely healthy perspective on it. Often sustainability can be pricey, as buying handmade or sustainable things is undoubtedly more expensive than the newest drop-shipped top from SHEIN. Although Kate tells me that, ‘however small it starts, seeing your own contribution to sustainability is incredibly important.’

This new and growing team have so many inspiring ideas for both raising awareness for sustainability and raising funds for other incredible Durham based projects. The Trashion team are looking for creative people who want to get involved with design and making garments, but there are roles for both creatives and more logistical people. This cause is so incredibly important and Trashion’s emphasis on teamwork, (which can be observed through the way that their team works so cohesively together), speaks volumes for the future success of their endeavour.

Watch this space and follow them on Instagram to hear more about this incredible project.

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Subjectivity and the art of Michelangelo’s penises

By Amelia Melvin.

About halfway through my audio tour, which guides me through the so-called Masterpieces of the Louvre Museum, I come across Caravaggio’s, ‘Death of a Virgin’. Placed in the centre of the Denon Wing, looming at a massive 370cm x 245cm, it certainly is hard to miss. The lady in my headphones speaks of its scandalous origins, and Caravaggio’s unpopular choice to depict the Virgin Mary as a prostitute, drawing on elements of the real rather than the sublime. The grieving apostles appear as ordinary men, and there is a darkness which emanates that is accentuated by the vivid use of the red and black background. What strikes me, is that despite my somewhat limited knowledge of Caravaggio, the artist, he was an artistic master of his time and thereby his art would be consistently valued. Needless to say, the grandeur of the painting before me does not disappoint. To learn, however, that this painting was rejected from the Roman Catholic Church of which it was commissioned, and that it was only venerated posthumously, definitely surprises me. Of course as a pretext to this, I am no expert in 17th Century Italian paintings, nor on the standards of Catholic art for that matter. However, learning of the Roman Catholic Church’s decision did get me thinking about the way in which there are no absolutes in our perspectives of art. The validity of an interpretation relies largely upon specific variables of time, place and person, all of which can be shifted through just a matter of opinion.

Later, I arrive at what has to be one of my favourite paintings in the Louvre: Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres’, ‘La Grande Odalisque’. Painted in 1814, I learn that Ingres follows traditions of Neoclassical art whilst drawing upon influences of Romanticism. The naked female body he presents is an image of sensuality and classic femininity, and yet as a representation of human form, it is deformed and inaccurate. The audio points out the overly long back, and the disproportionate size of her legs, and even the unnatural turn of her head to look at the viewer of the painting. On the whole, these distortions add to the illusion of the divine woman, and create this ethereal beauty that radiates from the work when I look at it. Despite the widespread critical acclaim the painting now receives, I am not shocked to learn that in 1819, when the painting was first exhibited, there were many who were outraged by the blatant anatomical inaccuracies in a supposedly naturalist painting. I, for one, can’t deny a certain unease I have with the idea of a male painter restricting his female subject to the mode of the aesthetic rather than the realistic. Indeed, when his later works began to take prominence, this piece too began to be regarded in a different light. Even further along, this painting, and Ingres’ techniques, became inspiration for future surrealist and avant-garde artists. I love this piece not only because it plays with ideas of beauty, but also because it seems to encompass three very integral ideas of art; that of the challenging, the inspiring and the subjective.

During my time in Paris, I was staying in a hostel in the local town of Belleville. There I met two backpackers from Germany, named Lasse and Rickie. Rickie studies Art History at The University of Hamburg, and Lasse is a mechanic. Over beers in the hostel bar, we began telling each other of our experiences of the city, in particular our thoughts on the exhibitions in the Louvre. Rickie offered an insightful overview of the Islamic Art exhibition, found on the bottom level of the museum. Her response largely focused on what she found particularly interesting, and what she had learnt and understood from some of the displays. Lasse described his enjoyment in finding the silliness in the gallery’s exhibits, and the absurdity he felt viewing some of these works for what they were. He began by getting out his phone, and chuckling to himself, showed us a collection of zoomed-in pictures of the penises of each of Michelangelo’s sculptures. Now, don’t get me wrong, my initial response, as I can only imagine some of yours may be also, was that of shock at the utter contempt for the high and classic that is Michelangelo’s art. But then I was pleasantly surprised. In boyish humour, Lasse described how absurd it was that all these people were standing so seriously and solemnly throughout the gallery, taking in every piece as it came, as if its value was set in stone by the very fact that it existed within this museum. He found humour in the pretentiousness, and was able to appreciate the art from this viewpoint. From what he described, I have this image of him wandering around, giggling and laughing incessantly, taking pictures of things others would ignore or see differently.

Though dissimilar, I don’t think that Lasse’s perspective is any less valid than the perspective of Rickie. I am sure that the latter may be more respected in the, quote, unquote, ‘Art World’, and it is hard to deny how Rickie’s art education might have shaped her experience, but I believe that Lasse’s refreshing interpretation is one that actually has the potential to open up new avenues of understanding and exploration of artistic works, in a way that a traditional viewpoint would not. In my eyes, the very nature of art begs to be subjectivised. It only comes alive when it is interpreted, misinterpreted and reinterpreted. Any hierarchy in which these interpretations can be placed are no more products of their time and influences, than the interpretations themselves. Just as in the rejection of Caravaggio’s, ‘Death of a Virgin’, or in the controversy of Ingres’ shaping of the female body, Lasse’s delight at the anatomy of Michelangelo’s sculptures will always be plausible even if it does not align with interpretations of the expected or of the norm.

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Conversations about Contraception – a difficult pill to swallow…

By Izzie James.

When discussing contraception with friends, there will often be someone who has a negative story to tell. Experiences of acne, mood swings, depression and weight gain often come up when talking about the contraceptive pill. 

Although this isn’t the case for all women, and the pill can be an effective option to prevent pregnancy, it is difficult to ignore the long list of side effects that taking the pill can have. Recently, a viral TikTok trend where women held up this list of side effects to the camera sparked a wave of frustration, with comments comparing the list to the ‘size of a large blanket’. It is hard to comprehend that a contraceptive option that is used so widely and by so many young women can have this many adverse impacts on the female body.

It should be made clear that I am in no way discouraging the use of contraception or saying that the birth control pill should not be used. Sometimes pills can even be helpful in combating problems such as acne, or reducing painful period cramps and heavy bleeding. However, I think that our attitude towards the impacts of the pill should be improved, and we should be attempting to dismiss the stigma around discussing birth control. Starting a broad conversation about the contraceptive pill and making sure that it is the correct option for you is essential for your health. Both mental and physical health should not be compromised by birth control, especially as educating women on their options can make an important difference.

Too many women settle with the pill they are first prescribed, thinking that experiencing effects such as acne, weight gain or tiredness is a small price to pay for preventing an unwanted pregnancy. A large number of women also experience stomach cramps from period pains, meaning that they’ll be used to the uncomfortable realities of the female body. However, being aware that your current pill is not suited to your body can make a world of difference. 

For women considering taking a combination pill, knowledge of something called ‘the pill ladder’ can be very useful. Combination pills contain both oestrogen and progestogen, however there are many different types, some containing more oestrogen, some containing more progestogen (it should also be noted that there is the option of a progestogen-only pill). If a woman takes a combination pill with higher levels of oestrogen, and experiences effects that can be blamed on this, she should consider taking a pill with lower levels of this hormone. The same can be said for progestogen dominant combination pills. This means the woman would move along ‘the pill ladder’, moving left for less oestrogenic impacts and right for less progestogenic impacts. An example of this would be if a woman is experiencing acne and mood swings on a progesterone dominant pill such as Microgynon, it is worth moving right across the ladders to a more oestrogen dominant pill such as Cilest.’ (This is quoted from the ‘GP Notebook’, which is linked below and highly recommended for more in-depth detail.)

I decided to open up a conversation with my housemates. These opinions are not being included to discourage anyone from taking the birth control pill, and I would like to preface them by stating that we all agreed that access to birth control is extremely important for women today. One girl emphasised that she found the birth control pill to be effective and stress-free, and that she did not experience any negative side effects. However, the general consensus of the group was that to improve women’s experiences on the pill, we all need to prioritise education, conversation and support. 

It was clear that some of my housemates thought that the pill was prescribed to them flippantly, and one claimed that she was advised to persevere through any immediate symptoms, as they could ‘settle’ after some time. She now regrets staying on this pill for so long, as she later found another form of contraception much more compatible with her body. She added that taking the pill becomes built-in to a daily routine, so much so that transitioning off it seems like a huge step. This leads to further worry about the sudden hormonal change that women could experience all over again, even though, for my housemate, this transition actually helped her find a more suitable form of contraception.

Another one of my housemates spoke about how she had gone to her school’s medicine centre with some friends, and they were all automatically prescribed the same pill. Looking back on the experience, she spoke about how they all would have had different hormonal makeups, and that their individual reactions to this pill would have been different. However, none of them were told that a check-up on their birth control journey was necessary. She thought that a scheduled check-up with her GP would have been very useful, as she could have listed any side effects that she had experienced and they could have considered whether that specific pill was right for her. 

We all agreed: the realisation that you do not have to settle for birth control has only come to us in our twenties. Although the fault does not lie with us, we all wished that we had been educated on information like ‘the pill ladder’, so that we could have had more productive conversations with our GPs about what was best for our bodies. It is therefore vital that young girls who want to begin taking the contraceptive pill have the right information and education to put their bodies first.

Recommendations:

https://gpnotebook.com/en-gb/simplepage.cfm?ID=x20130725203135685340

Sophie Smith Galer’s ‘Losing It: Sex Education for the 21st Century’

‘Your brain on birth control.’ From Women’s Health Weekly (available through Durham online library)

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The Allure of Fred Again

By Samir Singh.

On the 29th of July 2022, a twenty-eight-year-old, mild-mannered Londoner performed an hour-long Boiler Room set to an energetic crowd. The artist in question, Fred John Philip Gibson (more commonly known by his stage name Fred Again) had been a somewhat elusive figure as a musical producer, despite working alongside the likes of Burna Boy and Stormzy. Preferring not to share the limelight with the commercially successful artists he worked with, Fred Again remained something of an enigma to his contemporaries.

Fast forward three months, his boiler room performance had amassed millions of views on YouTube, meaning Fred is quickly becoming a household name in electronic music. Just by watching his performances online, the underlying reasons behind his meteoric rise to stardom become apparent. Fred Again possesses a certain talent for inducing complete elation in the crowds that gather to see him play. His rare mix of vivid storytelling and euphoric instrumentation is reminiscent of a previous era of dance music, a time that seemed less digital and uniform, and therefore far more tactile and human.

A few minutes into his boiler room set, I was hit with a wave of intoxicating nostalgia; somehow this platinum-blond-haired Londoner seemed to encapsulate the pure joy of early Daft Punk, the honest storytelling of Kendrick Lamar, and the addictive basslines of Chase & Status. Fred is a breath of fresh air to a genre that is suffocated by formulaic, synthetic dance tunes devoid of real personality. Fred is able to separate himself from other artists by providing music that is as fiercely intimate and personal as it is sonically enjoyable. Brutally honest anecdotes of substance abuse and mental health problems interweave the melodies of Fred’s house inspired tracks. In a digital age, where human connection is a rare commodity, Fred Again’s music is something of a saving grace.

The rapid ascent of Fred Again to fame, and the cult following he has amassed along the way, is indicative of an important sentiment – there is an intrinsic gravitation towards art that is honest and vulnerable. While Fred’s music is being played in virtually every underground club in London, it is important to recognize that Fred’s newfound acclaim is a consequence of how unapologetically human his music is.

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Should Women Behave More like Men to have Application Success

By Ella Bishop.

Are graduate applications geared against women? The never-ending process of situational judgement tests, numerical reasoning, online tests, interviews, is draining enough without gender bias coming into it. Women hear well-meaning advice, such as ‘Men are assertive…be more confident…’, but is this just a thinly veiled version of telling women to ‘Be more like men’? Instead, should we be advocating shifting the system to value more stereotypically ‘female’ qualities? Of course, many companies assess applications ‘blind’, but this may not be enough, given that ultimately the goal is to reach an in-person assessment like an interview. Moreover, the debate ostensibly relies upon the massive generalisations and gender binaries of ‘male’ and ‘female’ characteristics, but so too does the gender bias of the system. Importantly, there are far more biases – racial, sexuality, gender expression – that happen within applications that are incredibly problematic and deserve great attention and endeavour to correct, however I am purely discussing the gender bias that occurs within graduate applications/tests/interviews. Here’s what companies from a range of industries had to say on the question of the difference between male and female performances within applications.

Numerical reasoning tests, such as the ones necessary for consultancy applications, are potentially the most unbalanced, with men often outperforming women. The very layout of the test appears to disadvantage women: multiple choice questions under timed conditions. Generally, men are more comfortable guessing the ones they have not had time to answer, whereas women are more likely to leave them blank. However, making an educated guess, especially if you can eliminate one or two options, yields higher results and thus men are more successful at it: women are less like to take this risk and it is to their detriment. Whilst on the whole, there was not a significant difference in performance based upon gender, the general feedback was that women could and should be promoting themselves more, being more explicitly proud of their achievements and being more assertive. In case study interviews, men will answer more confidently and will attempt to answer even if they are unsure, where woman can be more hesitant even if they have the right answer. Of course, alternatively, more nuanced and flexible opinions are also valuable, and the advice is definitely not to unthinkingly assert yourself if you know you are wrong, but to confidently present your ideas even if you are not sure.

Interestingly and perhaps predictably, the most generic, unhelpful response was from the investment sector, who gave an, ironically, unconfident, vague account of gender diversity improving. It was decided that generally, they think that last year the gender split at that stage of first interview was proportional to candidates they received, but there is a higher percentage of male applicants, so even by the first stage there tends to be an imbalance. Despite the lack of actionable advice, the evasive answer does suggest that there is an undercurrent of gender bias at graduate application level, even if unconscious, that is not being addressed or solved. But is it the responsibility of companies to level the playing field or does the weight fall upon women to be aware and make these changes?

The most balanced response, a middle way between both recognising bias and creating realistic ways to generate a fairer application system, came from within the consumer goods sector. They identified bias in the system they had set up and altered it, so that it produced a more balanced group of applicants. For example, when listing qualifications needed for a particular role, they will not ask for more than three or four, knowing that women are more likely to only apply to a job if they meet all of the criteria, whereas men are happier applying even if they only meet a few of the required qualifications. Additionally, they acknowledge that women are more likely to talk about their achievements in terms of what ‘we’ or ‘the team’ did or use verbiage such as ‘assisted’ or ‘helped’, rather than focusing on what ‘I’ accomplished. Therefore, they bring this awareness into an interview and practise asking what interviewees themselves did specifically.

Realistically, I think the responsibility remains upon women to make the changes that enable them to perform better in interviews. There is a clear variation of approaches towards gender bias across various industries and of course for the majority of jobs, hiring should not be based upon gender, but regardless of gender. But it is undeniable that this bias, as well as many others, does exist and therefore there is a need to equalise applications. There does not seem to be an overall, external pressure on companies to be levelling the playing field. Fundamentally, it rests on the individuals who are in positions of power within companies to be pushing for this internal change and it should be on all of our agendas for when we are able to make these changes ourselves, in order to help the generations that come after us.

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SIMPLY THE BEST

Simply the Best

Ben Hutchison


Simps are a much-maligned species. Long thought to operate only in the dark underbelly of society, Simps involuntarily came to the forefront of the public psyche in 2020: thank you, TikTok (- Of course we Simps proved to be the masters of our own downfall). One year on from this cultural boom, Simps continue to be the focus of worldwide persecution.

These days, in the naive Gen Z eye, anyone is a Simp. Yet the term that has now become a thoughtless, pejorative insult is at its very core much more nuanced, and much more noble.

I surveyed 100 generic people asking for words to describe a Simp. These were the most popular responses:
Incessant
Tenacious
Obsessive
Creepy
Simp
I then surveyed hordes of Simps, and they responded somewhat differently:
Loyal
Undervalued
Kind
Selfless
Handsome

A marked and frightening difference in perception. The second survey seems a little more accurate, don’t you think? I sure do. A sign that eyes need to be opened globally to combat negative stereotypes.

Offering a girl your jacket: selfless or ‘tenacious’? Exactly. Holding a door open for her: thoughtful or ‘obsessive’? Precisely. Peeling off your skin so she can use it as shelter for the night: ‘Creepy’ or kind? You get my point.

When you need us most, we are there. Always. The Nanny McPhee for disinterested women. The doormat to wipe your muddy espadrilles on. The kleenex to mop your glistening brow. The roll-on deodorant for all seasons. Need I continue?

So what if we listen to Cheerleader when we need motivation; so what if we prefer cool original Doritos to their oppressively hot and spicy siblings; so what if we use Simple hand moisturiser to combat our crippling eczema. Such is the path that we must tread.

If you boil it down, using Simp as a slur is sexist (and Simpist), and suggests an innate anxiety over female authority. So stop calling me a Simp, Mum.

To name but a few famous Simps: A list
The Proclaimers. 500 miles and counting.
Blunt (whose life is brilliant and love is pure.)
The Lumineers (Hey ho – talk about a life mantra)
O. Murs (Proving that fedoras hold a vital place in 21st Century normcore)
Kygo, for laying down the foundations.
Simple Minds. No explanation needed.

I heard about a Simp once, who, out walking with his mistress, saw a puddle up ahead. Instead of letting the lady get her feet splashed, he took off his coat and submerged his body in the water, forming a bridge for her to walk across. Sir Walter Raleigh eat your heart out. People laughed, but that sodden Simp had earned a glimmer of gratitude from the girl. Who’s laughing now.

So, fear not, fellow Simps. The waves of revolution are starting to roll in. The drums of defiance are a beating. Heed my call. Marches biweekly outside Spags.

“What do we want?!” I cry to my legions of typically loyal simps.
“Respect!” They mumble back sheepishly.
“When do we want it?!”
“At some point in the not too distant future!” Comes the unified reply.

Brothers in arms. Comrades fighting the good fight, fighting for the right to serve ceaselessly. Most importantly, we’re loud and proud, and no longer ashamed of who we are.

By
Anon.

The author preferred not to disclose his name for security reasons.

Appendix I: A Simp story…
By Tom Walton

It was a cold Tuesday; a Tuesday when I would revere my very nature. Being a subservient simp I agreed on a 3 mile walk with my superior, who for the purpose of this article must remain nameless. It was snowing. We’d been rambling for not nearly 10 minutes, when Hermione (whoops!) decided Stilettos were not the correct attire for such an outing. Obviously I agreed to swap my favourite Karimmors for the healed monstrosities: I was happy. Hermonie then decided that she was cold. I lent her my jacket. She was still cold. So I lent her my trousers to wear over her mini-skirt. But, still, she was cold. “I’m freezing, she whimpered.” So, I took off my cashmere socks (from the simp’s winter collection, Boden) and handed them over, gleefully. Alas, Hermonie was none the warmer. Suddenly I think I’m getting frostbite – standing prostrate in my singlet, mincing around the snow like an impalpable ostrich. Forgive my high register, I had several Iron Brus simply to pluck up enough courage to write this article, so, understandably, I’m feeling rather vibrant, if you’ll excuse my French. Eventually, however, I had no other option than to give up my singlet to the incessant Hermoanie – the singlet being the last bastion of a simp’s dignity. So now do I sit here, recovering from Hypothermia, questioning my existence, my worth, my meaning. I then uneasily cast aside my doubts, joyously recalling the worldwide success Simps have had.



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Why The Little Prince still matters as a grown-up

Why 'The Little Prince' still matters as a grown-up

Isabel Davies Jones

 

the origin story of quite a bad tattoo

About a week before I turned 20, I had a crisis. I was – and am – absolutely terrified of growing up.

On February 10, 2020, I would leave my teenage years behind me forever, without, I felt, having finished my course of adolescent rebellion. My 20th birthday loomed with my quarter-life crisis festering in the background, and I got a tattoo.

This tattoo has become the subject of much ridicule amongst my friends. The question tends to be: ‘what is that?’

Sometimes, if I can’t be bothered to explain, knowing that this question is a direct result of my lack of impulse control, I say I don’t know. Or I make something up. A bouncer once grabbed my wrist as I was queuing to get into a club. I thought I was about to be refused entry, but, to my surprise, he burst out laughing and said ‘what the fuck is that?’ When people ask if it’s a hat, I accept defeat and say ‘yes’. There have been many theories; a saucepan, a hill, and my favourite: a F1 racetrack. But it is none of those things.

What it is, is the outline of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant from The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Expuery.

This makes it worse than before, because now I am pretentious as well as having a stupid tattoo. But, I think, there was good reasoning behind it.

The Little Prince – for those who weren’t lucky enough to read it as a kid, or for those who did read it as a kid and need a reminder – is a children’s book about a pilot who crashes in the desert and meets a boy who has come to earth from a tiny planet. It’s a bit surreal. There’s very little plot. They just chat and the little prince tells the narrator about his travels. Over time, I have come back to this book again and again.

The tattoo on my wrist is taken from the opening which I will summarise badly now: The narrator speaks about when, at six years old, he read a book about the jungle. Inspired by the fact boa constrictors swallow prey whole and digest for six months, he attempts to draw a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. He proceeds to show it to the grown-ups… who think it is a picture of a hat. To show them what it actually is, he draws a diagram with the elephant inside the boa constrictor so that they might understand.

They advise him to stick to learning about the important things – ‘geography, history, arithmetic and grammar’ – and give up drawing.
Throughout this little book, there are constant references to the ‘grown-ups’. A ‘grown-up’ is simply someone who has lost their imagination. I got the picture on my wrist to try and remind myself not to become like the ‘grown-ups’ but I am still terrified of it.

I’m scared I’ll wake up and be 30 years old and my friends will be having children, going to pilates classes, moving out to Surrey. We’ll drink a glass of wine with dinner, not a bottle, and they’ll talk about how badly we once behaved. Will they still want to stay up chatting until 4am about ideas for a podcast that will never be made? Will they want to climb into fountains in Rome in the middle of the night? Will they want to wear outrageous costumes to dinner for no apparent reason? Will I?

I don’t know if I’m paranoid, or if I can already see this element
dissolving around me.

But maybe I am getting it wrong. Being a ‘grown-up’ might not all lie in what you do. How much of it is really embedded in childish misbehaviour? Do we have to lose the silliness to grow up?

There are many sections in The Little Prince that are important to me. The writing is simple but beautiful, the kind of book you can enjoy at any age. There’s no shame in picking up a book for children. It won’t take you long. I think this extract from chapter 4 is good at summing up one of the big points Antoine de Saint-Expury makes:

‘If you were to say to the grown-ups: “I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof,” they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them: “I saw a house that cost $20,000.” Then they would exclaim: “Oh, what a pretty house that is!”

Just so, you might say to them: “The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.” And what good would it do to tell them that? They would shrug their shoulders, and treat you like a child. But if you said to them: “The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612,” then they would be convinced, and leave you in peace from their questions.

They are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should always show great forbearance toward grown-up people.’

One of the things that I am most scared of now, a year and a bit on, is the future me looking back at the way I am now and thinking that I was naive. That because I was only on the cusp of adulthood, I couldn’t understand what the realities and responsibilities of being a ‘grown-up’ were. I don’t want that to happen. I can take feeling embarrassed about hair disasters, fashion choices, and a bad work ethic, but not this.

I remember thinking as the tattoo needle was in my skin, that it was meant to be a pre-emptive ‘fuck you’ to future me if she ever becomes too caught up with ‘grown-up’ things. If she thinks it’s childish one day, there’s not much she can do, apart from getting it removed, (but I know enough about myself now to assume that I’ll always be too lazy to do that.)

Now, when I face my fear of getting older, I look at my wrist and try to remember that the thing I am really scared of has nothing to do with age – that being ‘grown-up’ is a state of mind that you can choose.

All in all, 20 quid well spent.

 

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Crossing the Channel of Difference in Covid

Crossing the Channel of Difference in Covid

Albane Colleau and Constance Byé


There’s no denying that 2020 has been tough for everyone, and students have suffered their fair share. However, as coronavirus experiences go, everyone has a very different perspective on it all. This is why we’ve decided to share our story, to raise awareness on what we feel is a situation that has been overlooked by most in Durham, being a university that somewhat lacks an international student voice.

Let us state once again that this article is not about blaming anyone, or saying all international students have lived the same thing – even both of us have very different views on this. This is simply about retrospectively sharing how we saw this past year, and about our hopes and fears moving forward.

Constance: To start off, let me say that Durham is and has always been a ‘very English’ university. Truth be told when I got here I was slightly scared cultural differences would mean I would only be able to make friends with other French people. And indeed, it was hard and exhausting at first, what with the different humour, the slang, the fact everyone seemed to already know each other from school. But in the end, I managed, and have never had so much fun as I did last year, amongst a fantastic group of friends. Bottom line is I didn’t feel ‘international’. Sure, I still occasionally got reminded of WWII or got called a frog, but generally speaking I felt as integrated in the Durham life as anyone.

Albane: Arriving in Durham felt like starting a new life, probably like most of you. However, making friends was slightly different from my expectations: many people I met already knew a bunch of other students and in only two weeks they had huge friendship groups. I realised that not being perfectly fluent in English and not knowing anyone was making it all a bit harder. Hopefully, I rapidly felt well integrated, everyone was adorable despite some poor French references, including the classic “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” on nights out. Overall, I was living a happy Durham student life, not even missing French food anymore!

Constance: Covid changed that, hitting us hard in March. This was a very stressful and anxious time for everyone, rushing to make plans to get back home. But few people actually realise just how hard it was for international students. I saw most of my friends have their parents drive up to pack their rooms, or help them get back home safely, and with all their belongings. Meanwhile, I was urgently packing a single suitcase, not knowing if my flight would be maintained, not knowing if the borders with Belgium would close before I could get back home, not knowing if the rest of my things would get disposed of when I left; and worst of all not knowing when I would be able to see my friends again. I just couldn’t shake this feeling of panic, and fear of just being utterly alone at that moment, with my family hundreds of kilometres away and unable to help.

Albane: When lockdown rumours started, I felt pretty nervous about such unprecedented measures, but I quickly understood it meant leaving the UK for an uncertain amount of time. Like Constance, I only had a few hours to pack as much as possible and to say goodbye to as many friends as possible. At this point, I wished I was as lucky as my UK friends who seemed quite relaxed, waiting for their parents and not constrained by any deadline. France was also expected to close its borders soon and I was only hoping that my flight wouldn’t get cancelled a third time. Like many of you, I was heartbroken to leave Durham at this time of the year, when I felt at home and had exciting plans coming up. I spent an amazing last night with friends, but I had this very uncomfortable feeling that I would miss out on a lot after I’m gone home. In fact, I was scared that time and distance would damage the relationships I had built from the ground for 6 months…

Constance: Fortunately I managed to get home, and I settled into lockdown life (for the first time). Home for me has always been in big cities; and while I love living in Brussels, lockdown there was certainly less easy than being in the countryside, where most of my English friends had settled. The difference between my friends and I slowly became obvious. Although the situation in Brussels wasn’t as bad as in Paris, it was hard for me to stay put in a city apartment. I couldn’t take long walks outside or escape when I needed to (which is often). Unlike in the UK, masks in Brussels were – and still are- mandatory at all times. I hated walking down the depressingly empty streets, and just constantly being scared of being called out or stopped by the police. It didn’t feel like my city any more, I’d never seen Brussels look like a ghost town before. It made my anxiety levels skyrocket, to the point where I didn’t even want to go on my daily walk any more. Exercise, of course, was out of the question, with gyms and parks closed. I just feel like this is something people that lived lockdown in the countryside would not have had to go through, and even lockdown measures in London were never as harsh as in European capitals. It heightened the difference I felt being French in an English university, even though I wasn’t even at Durham. This feeling was made worse as time went on and lockdown was gradually relaxed. Most of my English friends live in the same area, and it was easy for them to see each other or organise walks, trips to the beach or invite themselves to each other’s houses. Or meet up in London. Not to say they shouldn’t have, or that they purposefully excluded me. Of course not. The virus did. This just to give my perspective as an international student, and show the impact lockdown had on my university friendships- it was hard to see the fun they were having while being hundreds of kilometres away. And don’t get me wrong, it was so nice to see my friends from home, but as Albane said, in the end I do feel like I missed out on a lot.

Albane: I enjoyed my French lockdown with my family but I wouldn’t say I was happy overall. It’s been tough for everyone, but I’m not sure many Durham people realise how hard it’s been (and still is) for foreign students in particular. Drawing a line on my student life was one thing but seeing my UK friends spend fun times together made me feel sort of excluded, especially because I couldn’t do the same in Paris. That might seem overdramatic but lockdown in France was quite different to that of the UK. I could only go outside once a day and for no more than an hour. I had to be alone and I couldn’t go further than one kilometre away from my flat, whether I was food shopping or running. Believe me, those measures were making me anxious, regularly checking the time and how far I was from my building. Masks were also compulsory alongside the governmental form that justified my time outside. Controls were frequent and I could see the police walking down my street several times a day. One sad fact is that whenever I would walk past a police officer, I wouldn’t feel protected or safe like before but I’d feel scared. Lockdown in Paris also meant spending two months in a flat, with incredible weather – which some of you might know is horrible in this city because you can’t escape from it: there is no AC in most buildings so either you accept to be hot or you live with all shutters closed (which adds some saddeness to the whole not-so-exciting situation). In addition, the ‘arrondissement’ I live in is known for its liveliness, with its hundreds of restaurants, bars and shops; witnessing its emptiness was quite tough. I simply didn’t feel at home anymore. For two months and a half, I lived two minutes away from friends that I hadn’t seen in eight months – somewhat missing out on things in France too – and who I didn’t get a chance to meet before June. For two months, all my friendships were fully relying on texts and calls. That is mad. And we can all agree it’s pretty hard to deepen relationships through the phone. But it’s even harder when most of your friends can do so, as they still have some sort of social life. It was obviously no one’s fault and I was happy my friends in the UK could make the most of their quarantine. Coronavirus has been unfair on everyone, and it made me feel rather alone, regarding both my home and uni friendships. Overall, it was sad to notice the change that occurred from how integrated I felt before lockdown, and the feeling of missing out constantly growing during lockdown.

Constance: I was overjoyed to find out we could come back in September. I think that for most international students, and definitely for me, coming back to university is always more exciting.. Consider that for us it involves a long trip, changing countries and what you’re used to, and living a completely different life. It’s hard to explain how Durham can in any way feel ‘exotic’, but it really does to me. I was finally reunited with my friends, and things could go back to ‘normal’. I didn’t really mind the second lockdown in Durham. Sure, it was frustrating missing out on all the opportunities we had last year (and pubs closing was quite a blow), but in the end I was very happy to be in Durham and not Brussels this time. I think as an international student this also made me realise how attached I am to Durham, and how much more independent and committed I feel staying here. The downside of this is nonetheless quite strong as well. You feel once more very far away from your family. This isn’t helped by the fact it’s almost logistically impossible for international students to own a car in Durham, meaning we can’t just go home anytime we feel like it. Planning even a weekend home is complicated, and expensive. This was heightened with Covid. Upon coming back in September, I really saw the borders as very real, and very able to shut me off once again.

Albane: I was lucky enough to come back to Durham for a few days at the start of July and it was probably the highlight of my summer; I couldn’t wait to return in late September. As much as I love being home, I had chosen to study in the UK and I didn’t want anything to stop me from living this abroad experience I’d dreamt of for several years. Even if it implied a two-week quarantine, a reduced social life and all my classes to go online. I had been away from Durham for the whole lockdown and for most of my summer time; my only wish was to resume my student life and reunite with those I hadn’t seen since March! In fact, I was actually excited to live in such special circumstances in Durham. I was also aware the borders could now suddenly close for real and I could get ‘stuck’ in England. However, when the UK went into its second lockdown, even though my family wanted me to come back home, this time I didn’t hesitate a second and chose to stay as I really didn’t want to miss out on anything anymore. However, I was sadly surprised when some English friends decided to go home. I realised how relatively free UK students were, in comparison with foreigners: they can go home rather whenever they want, and most luckily they don’t fear being stuck in Durham.

Constance: I can tell you as an international student that not coming back to Durham for the start of this term was out of the question. I was determined to come back to Durham for all the reasons listed above. I also feared if I waited too long, the borders would shut again for good, and I wouldn’t be able to come back for quite some time. This is something that once again highlights the difference between me and most of my English friends. Most of them have decided they will delay their return to university, because they are lucky enough to be able to do so without fear of borders closing, or trains and flights being cancelled. Like Albane just pointed out, all they have to do is drive up, and have the luxury of being able to make a decision as late as they want. I also think being in the UK, they don’t have this same feeling of missing out, and why would they?

Albane: I absolutely wanted to return to Durham too. The uncertain situation created stress regarding the likeliness of borders to close again. In addition, I was also fearing to be alone in my house, and travelling to Durham represents more of a commitment than it does to people living in the UK. Even though my parents didn’t want me to leave, I couldn’t picture to completely renounce my student life. Studying online was already tough, but being in another country would have made it even worse. I’ve returned safely to Durham before the start of the term and although the city is pretty empty, I’m glad I came back. I feel at home in my house, and I enjoy wintery-looking Durham. One of my dearest wishes is obviously to have some ‘normal’ social time again soon, seeing all my friends and meeting new people. However, looking at what I’ve been through during the pandemic, I can’t help myself but wonder about the impacts of Covid on my social life in Durham. Should I focus more on deepening my relationships with internationals, and French people in particular? Indeed, I’ve realised I can’t ignore that I don’t live in the UK and that I’m simply not English. It is a sad idea especially because the very first social objective I set to myself when I arrived at university was not to hang out with French people and to have the most English experience possible. And I can’t help but ask myself, after these events heightened my differences with UK people, if I should still put my social efforts towards this initial goal… Covid has shown living abroad interfered with my friendships in the UK, and I have one main fear for Durham’s social future: might the now undeniable differences between internationals and UK students lead international students to group themselves together more than before? I’m scared Durham could become somewhat more fragmented than it already is…

This new lockdown is a big blow for everyone, in particular international students, whose majority desperately hopes to make it to Durham before Easter break. Covid, and more recently Brexit, made all of us realise how real borders are and can close at any point. It intensified in a way the differences between internationals and UK students, even though we’re all spread out in Durham within colleges, courses, activities and so on. All university students have been undoubtedly impacted by the pandemic, losing out on their education but also on their social life. Living abroad, we’ve been yanked back and forth between two countries, but especially severely disadvantaged against building formative friendships, and this is something we hope will get better in the future. We remain optimistic and hopeful!