When you read the byline for this article, how did you pronounce my surname? Chances are, you worked through it phonetically, elongating the vowels as you went along.
When I went back to my high school last year to talk to prospective applicants, the number one thing I was asked was: “Are all your conversations, like, really smart?”
As the sun shone over Oxford and my collections drew ever closer, I decided I needed a change of scenery from the panicked atmosphere of my college hall.
Nigella’s flourless chocolate cake and custard cream hearts are absolute game-changers, and have never failed to fool people into thinking I understand how to operate in a kitchen.
So here I am, tackling this morally ambiguous minefield head
on with an investigation into ‘get withs’ and whether or not they really are feminist.
Dear...
“So, how’s uni going?”
I imagine this question evokes the same kind of intense existential anguish as being asked how you’re dealing with the inevitability...
After a week of controversy and sedition, last week’s John Evelyn has been summarily executed by the Cherwell editorial team. Though Draconian, the crime...
2:30AM. You’ve left Bridge before closing. Some reptilian
part of your VK-addled brain sparks up and before you know it, you’re in bed
swiping left on...
As Valentine’s Day is upon us, and advertisements make it
almost impossible not to be constantly reminded of the holiday, many wonder
about their relationship status....