Wednesday 30th July 2025

Lifestyle

The girl who lived

Like Harry Potter under the stairs, I was ‘the one who lived’. A rainbow baby (a baby born after loss), wrapped in nappies and layers of meaning and expectation....

The art of snacking in an ingredient household

There’s something quite liminal about being a student. One minute you’re running around a...

Tiny Love Stories

I gazed at the mountains encircling my mother's hometown. I had been travelling in...

Intellectual manspreading? Male students of feminism

If I had to choose one, I’d say my favourite part of studying a...

Unboxing the past: Snapshots of self-reflection

Memories aren't just windows into the past - they're about preserving pieces of who we are now.

Work hard, drink harder: Alcohol dependence and the Oxford experience

Since I arrived at Oxford, alcohol has been woven into the fabric of my university experience. Drinking isn’t just expected – it’s encouraged, celebrated, and deeply embedded in student culture. Nights out, pub trips, drinking societies, formals: Oxford demands drinking, and I’ve obliged, over and over again.

Brookes, Bridge, and Bodleian: A Tale of Two Universities

The University of Oxford, with its ancient colleges and lofty spires, has a reputation of intellectual prestige on the one hand and eccentricity on the other. Across the river Cherwell, its newer neighbour is a modern, dynamic, and sprightly alternative full of industrious opportunities. Yet, it is inevitably still a place where “I go to Oxford,” if left unspecified, tends to be followed by ‘no, not that one’. 

Reflections on my hometown

Something I miss about home is the sea. There’s a comfort in the fact it’s always there and never seems to change. When you...

Galentine’s: The real love story

Swapping Valentines for platonic love: Anita Okunde on the revolutionary nature of Galentine's.

A manifesto on self-care: Going back to basics

Sophie Lyne re-examines our attitudes towards self-care: is an overhaul necessary?

My Diary: Self-reflection or self-sabotage?

Carolina Julius discusses the good, the bad and the ugly sides of daily journalling.

The purgatory between Oxford and the West Midlands.

When my “yahs” replaced my  “yows” I knew I was in trouble. Last year, I wrote a poem about my Black Country accent. I...

Dating across the Oxbridge divide

Can love exist beyond the boundary of Oxford and Cambridge? Laurence Cooke discusses.

Take Cover: A review of Sartorelli’s

Being handed a pager fills me with panic; I can’t help feeling a bit of a rush. I'm handed the black chunk of plastic...

Is Life Meaningless?

Believe it or not, this is an article about hope. For hope to last, however, I believe that it must be earned. We thus...

Has Atik’s closure cursed Oxford nightlife?

In my first year, I was a regular Atik attendee, especially at Park End. Chris Duke’s shout-outs, the cheese floor and Ahmed's chips on...

The definitive ranking of (most) Oxford matcha

Matcha, rich in antioxidants and caffeinated, is my go-to when I don’t want anything espresso. Yet not every store in Oxford sells it – I have been a victim of many bad matcha lattes over the years. Here’s a ranking of the matcha lattes I’ve had in Oxford.

Kissing my husband? Groundbreaking.

My boyfriend and I are married!! For over two years now, wow - what a journey. At 20, some could say it’s a bit...

My parents, Oxford, and me

My parents studied at Oxford, which meant I knew Oxford before I knew myself.  The university found a way to fill each nook and cranny...

Inauguration Day: ‘No one can claim complicity from across the ocean’. 

First, a proclamation: I voted for Kamala Harris in the 2024 US election. Second, a geological fact: I am from Seattle, Washington. Washington is...

New Year’s Resolutions: In or Out?

As another year rolls around, I am (still) not doing enough exercise. And so, yet again, I will resolve to exercise more. But why...

Oxford cured my perfectionism

So the Oxford workload, rather than triggering a stress response, has instead desensitised me to the fear of academic failure. Exposure therapy, I suppose. It’s very freeing.

Home, and how to find it

It seems like life after university is a journey to find our way home, whatever that means.

Three Thousand reasons to slurp

I thought the place was great, especially as a very quick sit down option.

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