Tuesday 14th October 2025
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Student maintenance grants to be scrapped

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Student maintenance grants are to be scrapped, the Chancellor George Osborne announced today in the first Conservative-only Budget since 1996.

Under the Tories’ plans, maintenance grants, which are paid to students from low-income families, will be abolished from the 2016-17 academic year. The grants will be replaced by maintenance loans, which will begin to be paid back by students once they start earning over £21,000 per year. The maximum level of maintenance loan available will be raised to £8,200 under the new system.

Under the current system, students with a household income of less than £25,000 a year are eligible for a non-repayable maintenance grant of £3,387. The amount available decreases as household income increases thereafter, with an income cut off point for support of £42,620. Currently, all students are eligible for maintenance loans, but the amount received varies according to household income.

It was also announced that tuition fees will be allowed to rise with inflation above £9,000 per annum beginning in the academic year 2017-18 at universities that can demonstrate high quality teaching.

In relation to student maintenance, Osborne argued that there is “a basic unfairness of asking taxpayers to fund the grants of people who are likely to earn a lot more than them.” The Chancellor added that the cost of the maintenance grant system was economically unsustainable, and that “if we don’t tackle this problem then our universities will become underfunded and our students won’t get places – and I’m not prepared to let that happen.”

OUSU’s Executive Committee commented that they were “appalled to learn that the government is considering cuts to maintenance grants for students from low-income households. For many students, maintenance grants are a vital means to live, enabling them to access a university education, especially in a city as expensive as Oxford. A significant reduction in the support available to students from low-income households would be devastating to the work of the University to reach out and inspire young people from all backgrounds to apply to Oxford. We call upon the government to defend a vital element of access to higher education and reconsider this possible move.”

Jan Nedvídek, the President of the Oxford University Conservative Association, told Cherwell“Of course in an ideal world, we wouldn’t have to scrap maintenance grants – as someone with low household income, I have myself benefited from them hugely. However, this government has had to make some difficult decisions, and as we saw at the most recent election, there is a feeling in the country that these decisions are sensible and necessary. Being careful with your finances is not mean, but a requirement of basic economic common sense.

“I’m acutely aware that students from poorer backgrounds are finding it difficult to cope with the costs of university. However, let’s be honest here: you only have to repay these loans if you earn above the national average, which you are much more likely to do with a university degree than without one. What’s fair about asking someone on low income to pay for my degree through their taxes? What’s fair about shifting the cost of my education to the next generation through borrowing?

“This budget introduces several great things, like a national living wage for those on the lowest incomes, and scrapping the non-dom status. And let’s remember – according to the Office for National Statistics, those with a degree earn on average 12k per annum more than those without one. This means that on average, your degree will earn you roughly half a million pounds over the course of your life. I think some contribution to the cost of your education is not unreasonable.”

However, Megan Dunn, NUS President, told Cherwell, “Cutting maintenance grants is going to be detrimental to hundreds of thousands of our poorest students who currently rely on them, and risks putting many people off applying to university. 

“We know that our poorest students are the most likely to be deterred by debt, but it could also affect where students choose to live and which courses to take. It will mean staying at home instead of moving into halls or shared accommodation and applying for shorter courses to reduce costs.

“More and more cuts are happening at a time when there is a cost of living crisis. NUS research has shown rent for halls has doubled in recent years, and there has long been a shortfall between average living costs and student support income.”

An Oxford University spokesperson told Cherwell, “Oxford University will work to ensure that any changes to the student funding system do not deter students from disadvantaged backgrounds from applying to or choosing to attend Oxford. In addition to government support, low-income students at Oxford will be eligible for the most generous no-strings financial support of any university in the country, including generous bursary grants and reduced tuition fees for those with the lowest household incomes.”

Keeping fit over summer

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There is a question forming in the back of many students’ minds as they slowly adjust to the concept of no imminent deadlines or exams, and still others who are perplexed to find they actually miss those six am rowing starts (almost).  Whether you finally have the time to exercise, or have suddenly found yourself responsible for setting that time, a dilemma has presented itself.  Without the bounteous resources of Oxford’s college and university gyms, sports grounds, and organized and inclusive sports teams, how exactly do you keep (or get) fit over summer?

The obvious answer is to join a gym – but this process isn’t always as simple as it first appears. Even finding one a reasonable distance away may be too much for some more rural students, and not all will offer an honest, easily escaped no-contract membership, leaving you trapped paying for at least a year.  Even if you do only end up paying for the time you’re using it, gyms are pricey and tend to hike up fees for non-contract members.  You often find yourself paying more than the monthly fee: many gyms will charge extra for sundry deposits and administrative fees, for essential “extras” like lockers, showers and towels to wipe down equipment, and for classes and equipment training.  Although keeping up with gym routines from Oxford or using ones you found on YouTube might work for some, others may want to try something else.

Running, the poor man’s treadmill, presents itself as a cheaper, and less community-dependent, option.  It requires no passes or payment or parking and the only equipment you need is a pair of good trainers (and possibly a sports bra).  It forces you outside and gives you an (optimistically) daily dose of nature and vitamin D.  However, the monotony of the movement isn’t for everyone and the self-motivation required may be too much.  It certainly was for me, who, inspired by Bradley Cooper in Silver Linings Playbook, tossed on my trainers and a binbag and got as far as the newsagents down the street before I got heckled by some lads outside a pub and decided that I was too lazy and embarrassed for anything this public.

This led me first to Zumba classes in a local primary school gym hall.  It’s ideal for people as lazy as me, as you can’t put your hour a week off if the exact time is set for you and when you get there the threat of mild social embarrassment and a vague sense of competition with the middle aged women around you will keep you going till the endorphins kick in.  Most of the moves are standard aerobics so you can copy fairly easily, but the occasional booty shake or jazz hands lets anyone who was the least coordinated kid in their age 6-8 ballet class pretend they can dance (so long as there aren’t any mirrors around).

But if shakin’, or more likely squattin’, your moneymaker isn’t your cup of tea, I’d recommend my new favourite pastime: swimming.  Ideal for full body toning, strength and flexibility, swimming is recommended by health professionals to everyone, from practicing athletes to doddering grannies.  I was previously partially put off around age thirteen by the same reason as many pubescent girls: body self-consciousness.  But, when for the first time in years I stood by my local pool in the brand new swimsuit I’d spent almost an hour choosing, I had the shocking revelation that no one was actually looking at me.  Filled largely with a combination of kids aged eleven and under, pensioners, and tired looking parents, the pool was teeming with bodies with their own problem areas and wobbly bits, and amongst them I didn’t stand out at all.  Standing there with my legs artfully crossed to hide my cellulite, I suddenly felt like a bit of an idiot for putting this off so long.  Thankfully, I don’t think anyone gave a shit.

Making love fun

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The bells of St Mary’s toll and all too soon tenth week is upon us. And before the chimes can even ring out, I’m reaching for the chocolates and wine whilst indulging in a soppy film about romances that never can be, musing about my past conquests and flings of (insert week of particularly heightened moral decay)th week’s past. There are no two ways about it: Oxford is an environment which makes love hard. Endlessly scanning JSTOR articles and mindlessly thrashing a few sentences upon a page you hope make sense in the dead of night whilst your pull still languishes in your bed/pit is hardly conducive to a life-spanning romance. The best you can expect from your pull after that oh-so-wise mid-essay trip to cellar you decided to take is a fuck that doesn’t end with you being kicked out at 6am into the dark Oxford night, cursing the fact you live in North Oxford.

The question about love in the Ox that I still can’t answer at this point in my degree is this: why have romance when you can also have fun? I don’t mean (on the whole) ‘no strings attached’ shags. I mean something more akin to a rom-com; but without the shitness that comes with that deplorable genre of cinema.

The hopeless romantic within us (or at least us Humanities students) longs for the day someone pidges you a freshly written Petrarchan sonnet, complete with a bouquet of roses and marriage proposal written in beautiful calligraphy. But do you really want to live like a literary character? You may appreciate the heightened romanticism Flaubert crafts of the unfulfilled/disappointed love. But do you really want to work into the small hours searching hopelessly for a dissertation title, to be rewarded with nothing but a suggestive hand touch and furtive glances from across the Rad Cam like the readers of Madame Bovary? With but nine terms to find Mr/Ms/Dr right – I think not.

Being one of the many who have loved and lost, I can attest first-hand: being serious and forgetting the fun that can be had cannot go hand in hand if you wish for things to work. The advice I would give to incoming freshers is simple: university romance is a serious occurrence, but one that needn’t been taken so seriously. Who the fuck cares how long you’ll stay together, whether you will marry or the dowry arrangements the in-laws may be plotting in the background. We are young and living in the Oxford bubble. I want someone who will laugh at my terrible jokes and push me off my punt before grabbing me back and kissing me hard. I want to not feel my relationship is as serious as the crippling silence echoing around the Rad Cam in finals-season. There’s a time and place when love and bank statements meet; but uni is not that. Make loving fun and carefree whilst you still can.

Why I’ve never been to a festival…

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Don’t get me wrong, I love music. I spent the entirety of my teens spending every penny I could muster on gigs. I have even compiled a list of every gig I’ve ever been to on my phone (I know it’s sad but you probably do it too), which I started when it began to reach the forties. Yet, I’ve never been to a festival. This usually elicits the same reaction as when I admit I’ve never seen or read Harry Potter: total disgust.

When I was 14, I branched out to attend the teen-must-do which is T4 On The Beach, but I’m not counting that. Festivals to me are muddy, gritty camping affairs which go on for days and involve little-to-no showering. However, whilst the idea of a flooded tent and grim toilet facilities doesn’t exactly sound amazing, it’s not the conditions which put me off (although perhaps a sunny INmusic in Croatia would be more up my street). Festivals are also just really expensive ways to see bands. Take Reading for example. There may be a couple of bands you’ve heard of, maybe even your favourite, but they will be mashed up with a lot of really unknown bands. Mumford & Sons alongside Modern Baseball. I know it’s an edgy way to discover bands you’ve never heard of before, but so is Spotify or Soundcloud, and they don’t set you back £213.

Perhaps I am boring, but I’d rather pick and choose who I want to see, rather than commit, in the case of Glastonbury, a year in advance to spending over two hundred pounds on seeing Kanye. I know it’s a game of luck, and the “experience is about more than just the music”, but as a music fanatic, surely music is the very reason I’d be spending my student loan on a few days in the mud? There is also a small part of me that feels like festivals have become too corporate and too much about celebrities and fashion since I’ve been old enough to attend. If I’d have been twenty in 1970 when the first festival at Worthy Farm was held, I’d have been desperate to pay £1 for free milk and a chance to see The Kinks. I’d have certainly come back the next year to see David Bowie for free. In my head, that’s what a festival should be. A cheap way to see lots of music in a basic environment; not a chance for the rich and famous to be photographed wearing the latest fashion and eating gourmet reindeer burgers that cost as much as my first phone. I know this nostalgia for a time I never experienced is ridiculous, but the comparison with festivals forty years ago certainly doesn’t heighten my desire to go to one today. Maybe if I went, I would be converted. Maybe I could get around the inherent cheapskate in me by working at one. However, until that point, I am proud to declare and defend my festival virginity.

All alone in India

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A few months ago, intimidated by competitive chat about Goldman and BAML and online maths tests, I decided I wanted to do an internship in India.  I set about finding something CV-worthy and out-of-the-box, lucrative and cultural. The best of both worlds, I thought. And so I found myself an internship at a well-regarded international publishing company with offices just outside Delhi. They would send me to one of their luxury eco-lodges in the Himalayas for a long weekend, and then give me the project of writing and designing a website to market their properties to western holiday-makers. The dream, I thought smugly, a free mountain holiday and a few weeks in Delhi while my friends are all working in banks. #Winning!

As it turned out, things have been a little different than what I expected. Working in India, needless to say, is not a normal internship ‘experience’. Every morning, the all-male work force of my ‘family-run’ guesthouse makes me sweet, spicy chai and aloo paratha, an amazing sort of deep-fried potato cake served with curd. Then, at some point between 8.30 and 10, with no warning, I’ll hear a series of crazy honks as my driver, the office secretary, comes to pick me up for work. In the car, we chat about the ridiculous traffic, Bollywood movies, and how she doesn’t agree with her family’s obsession with arranged marriage. In our air-conditioned car, we weave around cows and tuk-tuks, and try to ignore the street children’s faces in the window as they offer us flowers or bubble-guns. When we get to the office, everyone jumps up to shake my hand. At lunch, instead of a trip to Prêt A Manger, a delicious feast of thalis and idlis, dosas and chapatti, invariably cooked by aunts or sisters, is unwrapped and shared out. In the evenings, rather than heading to a funky bar in Shoreditch, I wander round a temple or write my diary. 

One of the most important things to know about interning abroad is that it can be incredibly lonely. That’s not to say the people I’ve met in India aren’t crazily friendly; They’ve gone out of their way to let me join in with their family worship, teach me how to make chapattis in the kitchen and laugh when I set them on fire, and take me on terrifying helmetless motorbike rides to buy mangoes. It’s easy to make friends in India, and from the first day I knew all the office gossip, had invitations to dinner, and loved chatting to people in the colourful markets. Being the only foreign girl automatically made me the centre of attention; I was constantly offered chai, subjected to questions like ‘why aren’t you married?’, and the target of random hair stroking. Speaking English is also an automatic commodity in the office, and reduces your chances of being given pointless, mundane tasks. In this way, it’s incredibly sociable and rewarding working abroad.

But I’d underestimated how far from home, in both in amazing and daunting ways, living and working in India would make me feel. The loneliness comes from a total lack of familiarity, something I had been warned about but to which I thought I would be immune. When you know you’ve been massively ripped off by a tuk-tuk driver, when groups of men glare at you in the street, when you see a dead dog on the pavement, or when the cook thinks you’re a superfreak because you don’t know what ‘poha’ is, you start to realize you’re all alone in a subcontinent where, despite your best efforts, you really don’t belong. Last night, as I was lying in bed in the middle of the rainy Himalayas with no phone signal, no air-con, and a massive cockroach hiding somewhere in my room ready to pounce (I didn’t realize they don’t bite!), it was was easy to question what the hell I was doing here.

But then I remembered, being in India is actually an amazing adventure. As I go about my day-to-day life, it is impossible not to appreciate what an amazing place this is. Today, I picked the juiciest mangos I’ve ever tasted from a tree in the garden. Yesterday, I had the meaning of life explained to me while I waited for a train, and the day before, I stared straight at the glowing red sun without hurting my eyes because the smog is so thick in Delhi. Last Tuesday, the guy who sits opposite me in the office told me he wasn’t allowed to marry the love of his life because her parents had threatened to disown her, and I suddenly realized how incredibly lucky I am to choose who I end up marrying. I may not have found what I was looking for in India, but maybe that’s not what it’s all about.

Whilst doing an internship abroad has its low moments, I would completely recommend it if you want to throw yourself out of your comfort zone and learn about yourself. The experiences you do gain, beyond the cockroaches, calories and the reluctant realization that you might have culture shock, are, as corny as it sounds, invaluable and life-changing in their own way.

Ashmolean successfully funds purchase of £860k painting

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The Ashmolean announced this morning that it has raised enough money to purchase Joseph Turner’s painting ‘The High Street, Oxford’ (1810). The work is considered a major piece in Turner’s output. The museum previously had the piece on loan from a private collection. The piece had been offered to the nation in leiu of £3.5 million of inheritance tax, but the museum needed to raise a further £860,000 to permanently incorporate the painting into the museum’s art collection.

The fundraising target was met just four weeks after the museum announced their intention to purchase the painting. Donations came from a variety of sources, including the Heritage Lottery Fund, The Art Fund, The Friends and Patrons of the Ashmolean, with £60,000 worth of donations from the public at large. Dr Alexander Sturgis, Director of the Ashmolean, gave this comment: “The Museum has been overwhelmed by public support. With well over 800 people contributing to the appeal, it is clear that the local community, as well as visitors to the Museum from across the world, feel that this picture, the greatest painting of the city ever made, must remain on show in a public museum in Oxford.

“We are so grateful to the members of the public who have made donations; to the Heritage Lottery Fund and the Art Fund; and to the Friends and Patrons of the Museum. There are big plans for the painting once we acquire it. It will be lent to regional museums so as many people as possible from the surrounding area will be able to see it; it will be at the heart of a new series of educational activities for schools and young people; and, not least, it will have pride of place in the Museum’s Nineteenth Century Gallery which will be refurbished and reopened in early 2016.”

Stuart McLeod, Head of Heritage Lottery Fund South East England, expressed his satisfaction at the Ashmolean’s successful bid: “We’re delighted that the public and museum visitors have donated so generously and enabled the Ashmolean to meet their target so quickly – this just shows how important this painting is. Congratulations to everyone involved.”

Atalanta Arden Miller, an undergraduate studying at the Ruskin School of Art, emphasised the importance of the Ashmolean to art students at the university: “I hope this acquisition will encourage more students to come to the Ashmolean and explore the huge collection of his work held in the print room. The Ashmolean’s collection has always been inspiring to Oxford students. ‘The ashmolean print room is the most important tool in Oxford for an artist- working first hand from the drawings is like getting a one to one lesson from Michelangelo or Raphael.”

Over the summer, the painting will be available to view in the welcome space of the Ashmolean.

OUSU to implement controversial Govt anti-terrorism plan

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On 16th June, OUSU’s Board of Trustees (composed of the sabbatical officers, four external trustees, and three student trustees) passed by consensus an action plan to comply with Section 26 of the government’s Counter-Terrorism and Security Act. This section, part of the government’s controversial PREVENT strategy, places a duty on bodies such as universities (listed in the act as “specified authorities”) to have “due regard to the need to prevent people from being drawn into terrorism.” PREVENT defines extremism as “vocal or active opposition to fundamental British values, including democracy [and] the rule of law.”

Despite some opposition, OUSU has resolved to implement the contents of a document which specifies several key areas where students “at risk” of radicalisation might be identified. One key area cited in the document is “Pastoral care and student welfare”; the manager of the Student Advice Services (OUSU’s free and confidential advice, information and advocacy service) has now been trained by the Thames Valley Police to comply with PREVENT strategy and identify students who hold what the government defines as “extremist” views”. This training will also be delivered to all Advice Service staff and OUSU’s Sabbatical Officers over the long vac. Ultimately, OUSU’s strategy resolves to make its staff and officers “comfortable sharing concerns about radicalisation and extremism”, including referring students who are receiving pastoral support to the government’s Channel program, which assesses students deemed “at risk” and decides what intervention, if any, is needed.

Another potential site of “radicalisation” on campus identified in the document was “Events”. The action plan resolves to review and update the University’s free speech policy in line with PREVENT, and to develop a new “external speaker policy which acknowledges and navigates the full legislative framework” of the Bill by Michaelmas 2015. These shifts in policy appear to indicate that the University and OUSU will have greater control over the invitation of guests and external speaker events, as the government’s official duty guidance on PREVENT states that “radicalisation on campus can be facilitated through events held for extremist speakers.”

Marc Shi, Chair of OUSU’s Campaign for Racial Awareness and Equality, commented, “The language of ‘radicalism’ and ‘extremism’ has been used by a growing number of governments and institutions to disproportionately police and target people of colour. That the University of Oxford and OUSU has taken up this language and activities through the adoption of the Prevent policy, and furthermore has done so with no consultation of the OUSU BME Officer or the Campaign for Racial Awareness and Equality is deplorable, and further evidence for the lack of regard the University has for the experiences and perspectives of its students of colour. CRAE stands against the adoption and implementation of this policy, and urges all those who support the inclusion and representation of marginalized voices, particularly voices of people of colour, to do the same’.

The implementation of PREVENT strategy in UK Universities has drawn criticism from a number of student organizations. At this year’s Conference, the National Union of Students passed Motion 517, proposed by the NUS’ Black Students Committee, which resolved “to encourage Unions and institutions to not comply with or legitimize PREVENT and to develop guidelines for Unions on effective non-cooperation with the Act and its proposals.” Motions condemning PREVENT’s Higher Education policy have also been passed by Student Unions at UCL, LSE, Manchester, SOAS, Queen Mary’s and Cardiff. The legislation has also been condemned by a number of prominent UK academics, including the signatories of an open letter published in The Guardian.

Alasdair Lennon, VP Welfare & Equal Opportunities, and Emily Silcock, VP Charities and Community, commented, “In order to adhere to our legal obligations as trustees of the Oxford University Student Union (OUSU) and those obligations created by the ‘Counter-Terrorism and Security Act 2015’ we have had to implement the ‘Prevent Plan’. Politically, [we] disagree with this piece of legislation and a motion will be brought to the first OUSU Council of Michaelmas to condemn it.”

A spokesperson from the University told Cherwell, “New duties imposed by the 2015 Counter-Terrorism and Security Act are yet to come into force for universities. The University is awaiting the Government’s accompanying guidance to Act and the date for its implementation. Once these are received, the University will consider its detailed approach and the implications for existing policies.”

The Home Office declined to comment. 

Oxford graduate’s dating site gets swiped left

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A new dating site, chivalrynotdead.com, founded by an Oxford University graduate, has been criticised on social media for being old-fashioned, sexist and heteronormative.

English graduate Beth Murtagh, who completed her degree in 2007, founded the website both due to the high prices, and hence relatively low usage rates, of better-known dating sites, and as an antidote to what is perceived by some as the modern ‘hookup culture’ of apps such as Tinder, which appear to focus on one’s physical attributes. Speaking to Cherwell, Murtagh commented: “I thought there was a gap in the market for a site which was focused on romance and long-term commitment, as the sites which did do this were all affixed to religion. I wanted to make a site which was for all religions and those of no religion.”

The website, whose tagline is ‘good old-fashioned dating’ and which is currently free to use, requires men to browse through women’s profiles and send the first message to any women they wish to date. Women are forbidden from sending the first message, although they can wave a virtual handkerchief at men to ‘show their favour’.

Adam Roberts, an OUSU Presidential contender in the past academic year’s elections, who last month finished his final year reading PPE at Wadham, criticised the principles of the site, telling Cherwell, “Chivalry can mask a patronising and controlling attitude towards women: ‘chivalrous’ behaviours are more common in men who think women are incompetent, in need of protection, and in some way pure, and also correlate with traditionalism about gender roles and victim-blaming in the event of sexual violence.

“Chivalrynotdead.com is ‘old-fashioned’ in the same way that notions women are objects to be won, bought, cherished, guarded and owned are. The handkerchief motif is literally medieval, and alarm bells should be ringing if you think what the dating world needs is programmed restrictions on women’s agency.”

The site was also met with considerable scepticism and derision on the Oxford-based feminist Facebook group Cuntry Living, with a discussion of the site and its aims running to 54 comments. The group’s administrators, however, declined to comment, in seeking to protect the privacy of discussions which taken place in the group, which has ‘closed’ privacy settings, and none of those involved responded to Cherwell’s requests. Criticisms of the site appeared to focus on the old-fashioned and allegedly sexist nature of the site’s core values, the alleged appearance of a heteronormative culture, and derision of the notion of women waving a handkerchief to attract men’s sexual or romantic attention. Chivalrynotdead.com’s Twitter account has sought to highlight instances of feminist commentators stressing feminism and chivarly’s compatibility.

Murtagh continued: “I was also interested in ‘old-fashioned’ ways of dating as I found that taking things slowly allowed me to find out what the men I was dating were like and how they were likely to treat me in a relationship. The point is that it is an old-fashioned way of dating (my tagline is ‘good old-fashioned dating’), as I wanted to harness traditional values.” Alongside being a ‘traditional’ dating website, the site also contains relationship and dating tips for men and for women, though they are locked so that they can only be seen by the intended sex. The tips include ‘girls, find someone who will ruin your lipstick instead of your mascara’ for women and ‘guys, if you like her, tell her. Maybe she likes you too’ for men.

Although the site appears to be unique in the UK, the concept of a website which restricts the ability to make the first move to one gender is not unprecedented in Europe. In 2008, French site adopteunmec.com (translating to ‘adopt a guy’) was criticised in the French media for its mode of operation, in whichmen pay to upload profiles of themselves and women pay a significantly lower rate to be able to ‘buy’ men from different fashion-style collections, such as ‘muscular’ or ‘tattooed’.

Murtagh, however, defended the site. “It is a real shame that some men may have been put off being chivalrous in their dating lives for fear of being seen as sexist. I recall a study earlier in the year by Judith Hall in the US where no matter how men responded, they were labelled sexist, either due to displaying hostile sexism or by being ‘benevolently sexist’. Being ‘benevolently sexist’ included things such as smiling and being friendly. It seems that sometimes, men can’t win. To me chivalry means that a man respects, protects and cherishes the woman he is with because he understands her importance, not because she is weak. The site boils down to ‘treat women well’, which I think is a positive thing.” Murtagh also stressed that she is developing a sister site for gay and lesbian dating, stating “this is because the set-up I have where one sex is blocked from messaging the other is too complicated to have all sexualities using the same site model. This is from a programming point of view and not from any ideological one. I really can’t stress that enough!”

On the criticism her site has received, Murtagh responded: “I am a firm believer in freedom of speech and for the opportunity for people to express themselves however they wish. The site is intended to provide a space for those men and women who are disengaged with ‘hook-up’ culture and choose to meet likeminded people in a place which is suitable to them personally. I think that should be defended.”

Let’s be positive about Pride

First Ireland and then in the United States, legal recognition of same-sex marriage has given the Pride movement something to shout about this year, or so you would think. Synonymous with the struggle for LGBTQ+ liberation, Pride is more than just any old parade. It is a statement, and a bold one at that. On the 28th June 1969 the Stonewall Riots, with a cry of dissent, put issues of gender and sexuality on the political map. Its successors, our present-day marches, bear witness to that legacy of protest.

And I repeat, protest – for to many that is what is now at stake. As of late, key activists have voiced their discomfort at the noticeable trend of corporatization. Big brands see the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and they want to cash in. Advertising and sponsorship, merchandising and float fees – gone are the days of ‘rough and ready’ revolution, of union alliances and solidarity. Just ask Owen Jones. Or Judith Butler for that matter, who recently turned down the Prize for Social Courage at Berlin Pride’s Christopher Street Day festivities.

Yet, it remains to be seen: is this a whitewashing of the LGBTQ+ movement or a pink-washing of corporations? If it is the latter, then surely acceptance is acceptance regardless of what form it takes? Indeed, that Pride, like all else in our society, shows little immunity to corporatization is indicative of the times. In many ways, the marketability of a movement, to some extent or another, evidences its ‘normalisation’ in the collective consciousness. The real question, to my mind, is whether or not corporate involvement dilutes or rephrases Pride’s mission statement.

Oddly enough, the LGBTQ+ movement’s greatest strength often proves to be its greatest weakness. I speak, of course, of its unity. Not of its unity of purpose and voice, but of a presumed political leaning. Since when has taking a stance on an issue signed you up to some kind of ‘package deal’, as if being an LGBTQ+ person carries with it a compulsory set of viewpoints? What madness! Most certainly, as Jones rightly points out, there is a need for a politicized LGBTQ+ movement, but one that allows for more than diversity of everything but opinion. Pim Fortuyn, in falling far right of the political spectrum, was no less of a homosexual for rejecting multiculturalism or espousing sectarian positions. Inevitably, as more people come out and feel comfortable being LGBTQ+, there will be a plurality of voices, each with their own unique politics. Attempts to shoehorn people into proscribed categories are utterly useless.

But still, others may come at this from a different perspective. Arguing from intersectionality, the thought of fighting against one instance of oppression is meaningless if one does seek to tackle oppression in all its manifestations. Undoubtedly people do not slip seamlessly into neatly defined groups – the experience of a poor LGBTQ+ person of colour is remarkably different from that of a rich LGBTQ+ white person. However, while we may agree on the effects, the causes and their remedies are open to debate. To suggest that there is one clear-cut method of dealing with racism or poverty, in conjunction with LGBTQ+ discrimination, is highly disingenuous, and it does not necessarily entail an anarchist or communist utopia.

At this point I wonder if there is a distinction to be drawn between the amorphous LGBTQ+ movement, as I perceive it, and the specific groups behind Pride. What is Pride – a cross-section of society or a political party? Who does it speak for? Does it speak at all?  My response: the more the merrier. Rather than a party procession, Pride ought to be an exposition of the infinite variety of LGBTQ+ life. Its message is an impression of the community in its totality, not an ideological manifesto. For one thing, prejudice cannot withstand proximity and in that simple regard, Pride serves a vital role. It gives pause for reflection. Yes – corporations have now gotten in on the action and yes – Pride has a commercial streak to it but who cares? So long as they contribute and contribute fairly, either by raising awareness or promoting LGBTQ+ rights I see little reason to fault their inclusion. I trust also that the organisers, impassioned activists in their own right, exercise discretion in which corporations best advance their interests. The LGBT Awards echo similar sentiments in placing a value on categories such as ‘Corporate Rising Star’ and ‘Best Brand’. If anything, this showcases the positive steps taken to improve the lot of LGBTQ+ people in the workplace. Where there is cause for concern measures should be taken accordingly, and ultimately LGBTQ+ people themselves ought to have the final say on how they, as a diverse group, wish to be represented.

With 35,000 cases of hate crime against LGBTQ+ people going unreported each year [Stevie-Jade Hardy, University of Leicester’s Centre for Hate Studies], few will deny the task at hand or the struggles ahead. In the words of Caroline Waters, deputy-chair of The Equality and Human Rights Commission, “We must all redouble our efforts, and work together to give LGBT communities a stronger voice and put an end to the hatred that is a blight on modern society.” The Pride movement, now as ever before, is every bit as relevant in effecting these outcomes. Born not out of a need to celebrate LGBTQ+ identities but to assert their right to exist without persecution, I believe this legacy endures today. Again, pride must be matched by another important ‘p’: protest. Having said that, we should not feel guilty for celebrating the triumphs of the movement thus far. A balance must be struck. Joy need not be marred by tragedy, as São Paulo Pride has aptly demonstrated in scheduling an empty float to symbolise all those lost to HIV and homophobic violence. Pride is an opportunity to take stock of where we are, where we have come from and where we are going – a mindful eye to the past and a hopeful one to the future.

What next for the Greek people?

Three days ahead of the referendum, Athens basks in the hot July sun. With clear blue skies stretching over rolling hills and neoclassical mansions, Greece seems at first to be living up to its reputation as a Mediterranean paradise. It doesn’t take long, however, for signs of the economic crisis to begin to break through this picture of tranquillity.

I go to buy my ticket for the Metro. Without looking up, the woman in the ticket office silently points at a sign taped up above her head: using public transport in Athens is free of charge until further notice. By eight a.m., queues have already formed at cash points where people, plagued by the uncertainty of the country’s financial future, seek to access their money before the cash flow is restricted any further.

I walk down to Syntagma Square in central Athens where I’m greeted with a flurry of political activity. News teams are busy conducting interviews as anti-fascism and anti-racism campaigners hold a demonstration in favour of the ‘No’ vote. All over the Square their posters with ‘OXI’ (‘No’) written in large black font are taped to trees and benches, and left to blow across the ground.

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However, not everyone in the Square is there for the demonstration and so I am able to stop to chat to some of the people who are also milling around.

Elaine:

Elaine is sitting in the shade with a cigarette. At the moment she does not work but her husband is a dentist. I ask her about how the economic crisis is affecting people’s day-to-day lives in Athens.

“I live in south Athens,” she says.  “All [the] people [are] very anxious about the future. A lot [of them], they have commercial businesses but there is no money and so they do services for free. They [are] stressed.” Leaning her head a little closer to mine she tells me, “I live in [an] area [where] the people are well… I mean they have money… but I know in other areas people [are] very, very poor.”

I ask Elaine about the criticism of the rich in recent months — that they should have done and should still be doing more to help the rest of the country. She nods her head vigorously, “We have to help other people… but honestly I don’t think that will happen.”

The conversation moves to the referendum on whether to accept the terms of an international bailout. “Do you think holding a vote is the right decision?” I ask.

“Of course a vote is a good idea,” she replies. But while Elaine is certain that she wants a vote and that she will definitely turn up to vote, she is as yet undecided on how to vote.

“The new legislation is very bad for Greece in [the] long-term… for young people especially. But I also worry about leaving the Eurozone. And I worry that the people will start to fight. Maybe we will have splits. Everyone arguing.”

She thinks, though, that in spite of these reservations she will still vote no.

“If we vote yes to new legislation, Greece will get poorer and poorer. Starting salaries will [get] lower. Maybe we don’t have money to travel [anymore]. If we vote no, we [will] have [a] very bad situation for 35-60 years, I think. But later the economy will grow. We can grow on our own without the EU.”

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George:

Like Elaine, George is enjoying the shade and is not in the Square in order to join the demonstrations. I ask him about life in Athens during the crisis.

“It is horrible,” he says. “It is drama. We wait, wait for [our] salary but we don’t know what will happen tomorrow.”

George works for an American IT company. So far his salary has not been delayed but he reiterates that there is so much uncertainty that he feels he cannot count on it as a regular payment.

He thinks that holding a referendum is a good idea, adding that he intends to vote yes. This is not because he wants austerity but because he sees it as the better of two bad choices.

“It’s a pity because we already sacrificed five to six years of austerity and we are back where we started. Life is harder in austerity and it will get harder.” But for him this is preferable to the perhaps riskier and lesser known path if the country votes no.

“If we have alternative [if we vote no], we don’t know what will happen.” He tells me that he is scared that the ‘No’ vote will win because “seven years of austerity leads people to the no side.”

I ask him what he thinks lies ahead for Greece. He says that he is not confident enough to speak of a future beyond the next few months.

“The situation on Monday or Tuesday will be totally different [from today]. I think there will be one more month of difficulties. We will see banks closed, many queues. There are not [any] immediate solutions. Not everyone realises it but soon there will not be any more bank notes…”

George declined my request for a photo as he did not want his employers to see him and read his views.

Markos: 

After a while I wander away from Syntagma Square. Fumbling with my map outside the entrance to Ethniki Amyna station, a man asks if I need help. He is selling pastries from a stall.

“I’m okay,” I reply (a lie, as I actually have no idea where I am). “But do you mind if I ask you some questions about the vote on Sunday?”

“Yes, it’s fine,” he replies. I ask him whether he thinks it a good idea to have a vote.

“Yes I think. For my ideas yes.” Markos is another undecided voter, stuck between voting with his heart and voting for the ‘safe’ option: “I don’t know. It’s very difficult. I want [to vote] no but it’s very scary.”

I ask him what he thinks is going to happen. He smiles, opening his arms out wide and shrugging a little. “Everything’s going to be alright,” he maintains. He gestures around him to all the people walking down the street.

“We are strong people in Greece.”

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