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In defence of the default order: The Alternative Tuck Shop

There is no place in Oxford that my muscle memory takes me to more reliably than the Alternative Tuck Shop. This happens regardless of my state – still half-asleep, perhaps slightly hungover, or already late for class.

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Why you don’t need a “winter arc”

This winter, social media encourages us to embark on the journey of the "winter arc": a self-optimisation quest which leaves little room for hibernation.

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The ick factor

Not all icks are created equal, and of course, they shouldn't be treated as such. Either way, they undeniably speak volumes about the person you're with.

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Discovering neurodivergence: late diagnosis at Oxford

I always knew I was a bit of a peculiar child. But I was deeply surprised when a friend seeking a diagnosis herself suggested that I might be autistic.

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The erotic life of the mind

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When I was having lunch with a friend, I ordered my usual, a double espresso, and – horror of horrors – it was decaf. “Can...

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Welcome to Oxford, the place where ambition goes to drink, cry, and write 3,000 words on “liminality” at 3 a.m.

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Lifestyle

In defence of the default order: The Alternative Tuck Shop

Why you don’t need a “winter arc”

The ick factor

Discovering neurodivergence: late diagnosis at Oxford

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