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.
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.
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.
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.
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....
A nervous incoming fresher in early October, I can remember
trawling through Oxford student articles desperate for fashion do’s and don’ts
before I packed the world’s...