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Wadham MCR’s Men’s Rep calls undergrads "little shits"

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Wadham’s SU President Anya Metzer has condemned an email sent by Wadham MCR’s Men’s Officer as “offensive and hostile.”

The MCR’s Men’s Officer caused controversy after sending an email to the MCR which described the undergraduate body as “little shits”.

Metzer said, “The tone and content of the email sent by the MCR Men’s Officer is clearly unacceptable as the language is offensive and hostile, especially considering the proposed gift of an Xbox from the undergraduates.”

The email was referring to a motion which may result in the SU buying a Playstation 4 for the Junior Common Room, with the MCR rep trying to ensure the motion went through.

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The email starts by dismissing “trashy” links sent by the SU and sarcastically stating that “the SU occasionally hide away useful information in the ridiculous formatted emails of theirs”, going on to ask the MCR to pack the SU meeting scheduled for tomorrow (Sunday).

The email states, “Please could everyone do their best to come down to the SU meeting tomorrow to make sure that no little shits undergrad manages to garner support for removing this clause, and also to make sure they do agree to buy a PS4.”

One Wadham second-year commented that, “I am shocked and appalled.”

In a tweet OUSU President Tom Rutland described the comments as “not very nice really”.

Daniel Zajarias-Fainsod, President of the Wadham MCR, declined to comment. 

Review: The Drowned Man: A Hollywood Fable

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I am kneeling in a locked, murky room in Temple Studios, alone except a rugged Latino man who is daubing clay on my forehead, whilst staring fervently into my eyes. He slowly washes my hands, kissing my palm, and makes it clear I should perform the same ritual on him. Next comes a voodoo doll, and bread pulled apart to reveal a tarot card inside. Sinister violin music builds to a crescendo around us.  Finally he pulls me up, embraces me, and whispers: ‘They build their own gallows. Two will die.’ And, in a flash, he is gone.

The only thing predictable about Punchdrunk, the production company, is that no two experiences with them are alike, and mine was certainly unusual. The company pioneers immersive theatre – they’ve built a world, a labyrinth of rooms five floors high, impeccably furnished down to the last lipstick-stained handkerchief, not to mention secret passages and trap doors. As an audience member you’re given a white mask and told to explore the glamorous studios of 1950s Hollywood, and the dystopic shanty towns and sleazy saloons of the dangerous world outside.

The plot – two parallel cuckolded relationships – is simplistic, and the dialogue is weak, if not a little pretentious. Instead the story of lust and jealousy is passionately told through physical theatre and dance – a woman throws herself up against a sand dune, and sensuously slips down into the arms of a tango, or contorts around a caravan’s door before inviting her lover in. The betrayed, enraged William rolls and flips across the bar to spring into a wild fight with his wife’s lover, which escalates into a fanatic country dance. The sheer precision alone is breathtaking – the diner girl’s roller skates almost slice my leg as she’s whirled around. And, sometimes, you’re beckoned away for a one on one encounter.

In a world of dwindling Twitter-fed attention spans, 3D cinema, and the fifteen minutes of fame phenomenon, Punchdrunk know what they’re doing by appropriating the visual magnificence of companies like Complicité, but inviting you as a participant, not an observer, to a show of constant gratification. Is it possible to fit the puzzle together and create an exhaustively intricate tale, or do a huge series of dazzling distraction techniques hide the fact that under the glamour there is not much there? Either way the mystery is exciting enough that people are going dozens of times. All style and not much substance, perhaps. But what a lot of style.

Interview: Justine Roberts

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If you’re a typical member of the Cherwell readership, you might never have even heard of Mumsnet – let alone checked out its huge range of forums or began to decipher the bewildering range of acronyms littering the contributions to them. But the ten million users of this parenting website have a significant, ever growing sway in public life – and Justine Roberts, CEO of the website since its very beginning, is right at the centre of it all.

However, when I ask Roberts about whether she envisaged the parenting website she began in early 2000 to garner such sway in public life, she explains that she had never thought about it in such a way when she first conceived the idea behind Mumsnet. “It wasn’t like that in those days; it was about going and starting something and just seeing what happened. The inspiration for the website came from a botched family holiday, leading to a lightbulb moment where I thought, ‘If only we’d known about this before we came.’”

The opportunity for parents to ask a variety of questions: one of the most popular topics on the site is ‘Am I Being Unreasonable?’, ranging in tone from mundaneness (‘To hate when people say they have the flu?’), to anger (‘To want to smash his van into pieces and then pay for it?’), to the somewhat bizarre (‘To want Sherlock to kiss me like that?’), remains a key feature of the website. However, recent coverage of Mumsnet has increasingly focused on the campaigning on concerns relevant to its visitors – from raising awareness of concerns over attitudes towards families with children with additional needs, to a joint campaign with Stonewall addressing the misuse of the word ‘gay’. However, Roberts tells me, the launching of campaigns is not a top down process, but a much more organic one, generated by users of the website themselves. “I didn’t particularly envisage us campaigning when I conceived the idea Mumsnet .Most of our campaigns have come from the user base, often from regarding an issue that affects members of the site profoundly, and always from problems they raise themselves.”

It is clear that for Roberts, the user base is always at the forefront of the way in which the website develops – and recently, she has spent much time defending Mumsnetters in the face of criticism in the media. One such incident is that of the infamous ‘penis beaker’ discussion, which almost crashed the site’s server with more than double its usual traffic, as people flocked to read about one couple’s post-sex cleaning ritual, many of them commenting on Twitter as #penisbeaker went viral. I ask her what she thinks the uproar over the discussion says about the coverage of women in the press. “There is still a lot of prejudice about women and especially about mothers,” she tells me. “I think the ‘penis beaker’ incident revealed two things: firstly, that mothers have sex and talk about it; and, secondly, that strong feelings still exist about what women should and shouldn’t discuss about their sex lives.”

Roberts’s role in changing attitudes towards mothers through her website makes me wonder what she thought about how women were regarded when she was an Oxford student herself, reading PPE at New in the 1980s. “It was a very male-dominated institution and there were some pretty old-fashioned customs. But then it felt like every minority was equally targeted – if you were a woman, foreign, black or gay you’d be the butt of quite a lot of ribbing.”

Of greater concern to Roberts was the representation of women in the workplace she entered after graduating: the City of London. “There was simply a lack of women there,” she says. “It was only one or two women out of hundreds of men on the trading floor. The only female role models who did have children seemed to have to pretend that their families didn’t exist to get on. At the root of it, in my view, is the division of responsibility at home. In so many households, women are still responsible for the all the responsibility concerning the children. They feel guilty because they do too much, and it’s hard to rise up the corporate ladder when you have sole responsibility at home.”

How should we address it? “We should be very clear with our partners; be very clear that having kids is a joint effort. Until you have a more even division of labour at home, it’s still going to be hard for women to be just as successful in their careers as their male counterparts. The fact is that, in a third of households in the country, the woman is the main breadwinner, and the division of responsibility at home should be changing to reflect this.”

All very well, but does Roberts have any sympathy with those who criticise many feminist movements, as well as the Mumsnet user base itself, for being too middle class despite their egalitarian aims? “Mumsnet’s a lot more diverse than it’s characterised. On the site there is are big communities of lone parents, of parents of children with special needs, of gay parents. It’s certainly not just a certain type of parent. And I don’t see how you can do more than spot an inequality and call it out.” Mumsnet’s role in lobbying in the interest of its members can only be a good thing – but I can’t help thinking that with such an influential lobby, the case might still be made that unless groups like Mumsnet with a powerful lobby represent a sufficiently diverse body of members, the political sphere will never broaden out as much as we might hope.  

And it is clear that Mumsnet does have significant weight in national politics. The general election of 2010 was dubbed the ‘Mumsnet election’ and its users continue to be targeted by national politicians. I ask Roberts why Mumsnet was so influential in the last national election and whether it will hold such sway in the election next year. “Firstly, the feeling [in 2010] was that the women’s vote was less tribal and more up for grabs; and secondly, it was the first election in this country where politicians had to do social media. ” I tell her about the growing importance of social media in elections back in Oxford and its hand in L J Trup’s winning the OUSU presidency last term, wondering in which direction she believes political campaigning is now heading. “Parties are going to have to engage more than they have in the past; social media teases out more authenticity and that’s a good thing as we don’t want government run by a distant elite run from an ivory tower. The more interaction the better. Brands have the same issue too – you can’t just broadcast any more, but you have to engage fully.”

But it’s not only the political world that faces a dearth of influential women, so I ask Roberts whether women should also be more entrepreneurial, and whether she would encourage others to follow in her footsteps by setting up their own businesses. “Setting up your own business is entering into the unknown. But though women are very unlikely to classify themselves as an entrepreneur, the evidence shows that more small businesses are started by mothers than any other demographic group. What’s important is whether you’ve got a proposition that you believe in. The key thing is, are you offering something different? Because I’m passionate [about Mumsnet] it doesn’t feel like work.”

And has she any advice to those keen to launch their own entrepreneurial careers? “Find something you’re passionate about and work very hard at it. You have to believe in what you do, or it’s unlikely you’ll have the reslience to last the course.” And that authenticity is what, even after a brief half an hour call – all we could fit into Roberts’s hectic schedule – really comes through. She is passionate about her readers, and constantly willing to speak up for them.

In the weeks since our interview, Mumsnet came up against it yet again in a piece written by Nick Cohen in the New Statesman which referred to the ‘Mumsnet racketeers’ when he was not offered payment to participate in a web chat on the site. The response from the indomitable Roberts? A balanced, polite letter to Cohen, which concluded, “Would you have another look at it please?” Yet another triumph for the calm and focused attitude that makes Roberts her such a powerful advocate for a previously underrepresented group of people who, it turns out, have a lot of things to say.

Bargain Bin: Osymyso — Rabbit to Rabbit

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This week’s record was found in a charity shop in Brighton, in one of those plastic mesh boxes – the kind they’ve been using for decades that feels a bit gross. It’s a vinyl copy of Osymyso’s single Rabbit to Rabbit. “Who is Osymyso?” You may well ask. “Is ‘Rabbit to Rabbit’ the name for an alternative sexual practice?” Let me tell you, this song is so cult, even YouTube doesn’t have a copy. It’s a track my dad has been rabbiting on about (sorry) for as long as I can remember. He can recall the name (Liquid London) and the digital location (on the DRG London multiplex) of the radio station where he heard it, over 10 years ago.

All my life, I have considered the way my dad sings snippets of this song to himself as conclusive evidence that he is a few whiskers short. Osymoso has sampled and remixed bunny talk from the movies, commencing the song with the line “I’m hunting wabbits”, and followed up with Peter Rabbit shivering in a watering can over a break beat. On the flip-side, ‘Fiver to Bigwig’, a droning voice announces “A twitch ing nose and the largest pair of ears you’ve ever seen,” on an endless cycle, to top off a decidedly surreal experience.

Review: Warpaint – Warpaint

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On a yellow filter background, translucent pictures of women lie on top of one other like x-rays: a gauzy, polaroid vision. This is the art for Warpaint. The cover of the eponymous third album by the Californian indie rock outfit is hazy at first glance, but when scrutinised, holds incredible clarity and beauty. As such, as a window into its content, it serves as a perfect illustration of the band’s musical assertion.

Tense minor guitar progressions and persistent drums open the record with a steady and climactic build in ‘Intro’, which is reined into line with the direction and power of ‘Keep It Healthy’. From the first introduction of Kokal’s echoing vocals on the opening line “I could not believe what I was seeing,” we are reminded that this is a special band. The vocals are not flawless, but despite the slight strain and force, they are still bewitching, and the imperfection makes the lyrics’ sentiment seem all the more believable and powerful. The atmosphere underscoring her voice produces an enveloping affect.

The tones get twisted and screwed up, then spread out smooth in alternating sequences. ‘Teese’ is a long drawl of hazy and hypnotic dream-pop simplicity, where minimalist vocals wash over acoustic guitar.

Warpaint then jumps ship into hard and gritty linear melodies on ‘Disco//very’. “We’ll rip you up and tear you in two,” they chant, fulfilling the false sense of security promised by the preceding track.

Perhaps the best moment on the album comes on penultimate track ‘Drive’, which has a vulnerability unseen until this point. “I’m a lucky child,” is sung in a surprising and haunting melody, and tips the song into melancholy beauty before it dwindles incrementally into a ghost of its former self. This is followed by ‘Son’, where a sombre atmosphere closes the record decisively, though also with a tinge of misery.

Warpaint is a round and dreamy universe of dissonant chords and hypnotic circular melodies, but its constantly shifting rhythm and tone will have you on the edge of your seat, about to fall off and with no idea where you might end up.

Review: Bruce Springsteen – High Hopes

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High Hopes is certainly an atypical Bruce Springsteen album. So what does Springsteen’s radical shift amount to? So usually meticulous about the thematic coherence of his albums, this time round The Boss has released an album of leftover tracks written for previous albums, plus a few covers. Although this leaves it feeling a little slap-dash, the songs are sufficiently enjoyable for it feel successful. Nevertheless, it feels stale compared to the vision of his more politicised work, like 2012’s Wrecking Ball, or the classic Darkness on the Edge of Town. 

To begin with, let’s look at the faults. Overwhelmingly, the main culprits are the covers. These songs, which flow directly out of his recent tours, feel expendable: fun, but they do not reinvent the tracks in any interesting way, even with Tom Morello shredding on guitar. However, in his originals, Springsteen proves that he remains a songwriter with a deep understanding of community and feeling.

Above all, Springsteen’s keen eye for emotional detail and evocative lyrics elevate tracks like the joyous rocker ‘Frankie Fell in Love’, and the wistful and contemplative ‘Hunter of Invisible Game’. A particular triumph is ‘The Wall’, a melancholic response to the death of a childhood friend in Vietnam.

Review: Of Mice & Men — Restoring Force

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Californian metalcore band Of Mice & Men’s third album, Restoring Force, seems to aim to reprise the monolithic biblical theme of previous musical statements (2011’s The Flood sold over 125,000 copies). But lead singer Austin Carlile has claimed his musical vision now draws from a strain of nu- metal, courtesy of Linkin Park and Limp Bizkit. So very far from heavy metal’s rough, take-it-or-leave-it charm, this is a tautly constructed set that smacks of studio professionalism. The album is a perfect example of late capitalism’s commodified culture.

Carlile’s main influences were original in the late 1990s, but now seem stale and corporate. The question we must ask is this: how did American rock, from the niche to the mainstream, respond to a post-9/11 world? We have seen how indie rock, so sure of its cynical management of the hype machine, regressed into the comforting sounds of childhood.

One of Of Mice & Men’s members once commented on the band’s name: “The main theme is the American dream…and being self sufficient.” This album is nothing but a new American exceptionalism – another missed opportunity to reclaim rock’s radical power when it is so badly needed.

2014: Best new musicians to watch

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Menace Beach

Menace Beach release their new EP, Lowtalker, on January 13th, and it’s going to be a cracker. The chilled-out vocals and aggressive distortion on old track ‘Tastes Like Medicine’ are just what the doctor ordered, whereas B-side ‘Where I Come From’ is sure to please fans of fellow psych-rockers Splashh. But it’s really all about recent single ‘Fortune Teller’; Menace Beach aim to stun with a hazy, veering guitar riff and some serious shoegaze influences. Think My Bloody Valentine crossed with Marilyn Manson and add some serious punk energy. This is the new shit, and it’s scarily good.

Luke Barratt

Banks

Jillian Banks is an LA based artist whose output to date could be called electronic soul; think warm bass, snappy beats and a generally heady atmosphere. This music’s raison d’être is intimacy, both physical and emotional, and Banks has enough skill as a lyricist and singer to do the music justice. Her quiet confessions are delivered as much through vocal nuances as the words themselves, and when the mood takes her she can drip enough desire from each syllable to send shivers down your spine. Having already toured with R&B heavyweight The Weeknd, she looks set to impress in 2014.

Adam Piascik

SOHN

4AD is the place to be at the moment. With the perfect combination of alternative heavyweights like Bon Iver and The National and brilliant newer artists like Grimes and Ariel Pink, it’s the record label all the cool kids are signing to. SOHN is the latest name to be added to their roster, and with his heavier brand of James Blake-esque atmospheric electronic pop, it must be a good move. A masterful recent remix of Disclosure’s ‘Help Me Lose My Mind’ is a studied move sure to expand a burgeoning fan base. Originally from London, he currently resides in Vienna. No UK tour has been announced yet, but we all want to be the first to welcome back our prodigal SOHN.

Luke Barratt

FKA twigs

With her experimental R&B, Tahliah Barnett, aka FKA Twigs, pulls some of the focus on the genre over to the UK. This is ethereal, sometimes haunting music that hooks you in, providing a perfect backdrop for whispered vocals and allusive lyrics. In a year flooded with excellent releases in the genre, Barnett released one of the best R&B tracks of 2013, the mesmerising ‘Water Me’, and while she may be a bit too weird for commercial success, any release in 2014 is bound to be worth your time.

Adam Piascik

Rhosyn

Rhosyn is a 5-piece band led by former Oxford art grad Rose Dagul, who play minutely crafted indie chamber music. Dagul first formulated her project while wandering the island of Anglesey. Last year’s debut EP finally pushed all her talk of landscape into stunningly fashioned soundscape. Standout track “Glass” perfectly captures all of Dagul’s swooning vocals and infectious knack for catchy composition. Rhosyn has established itself as a major force within Oxford’s hideously talented ‘Blessing Force’ collective of musicians. Be sure to catch one of her many gigs in the new year.

Lu Xun

Real Lies

If you’re stuck desperately searching for some 1990s dance music combined with faux-dramatic, vaguely camp vocals and some proper house beats (and why wouldn’t you be?), then look no further. London trio Real Lies managed one of the tracks of last year with ‘World Peace’, and one can’t imagine them slowing down any time soon. The band members insist on being known only by their initials. Mystery is the name of the game these days, in a post-Wu Lyf world, and they’ve got that covered. With last month’s session at the BBC’s Maida Vale Studios under their belt, these guys are sure to start turning some heads soon.

Luke Barratt

 

A resolution on resolutions

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Not only is it the start of another term, but it is also the start of a new year. 2014 has officially arrived. And as such, so have the beloved New Year’s resolutions. For the last few months of the previous year you’re able to be bad as you like, living in hope that the New Year will bring with it a better version of yourself.

From September onwards (more like March when your 2013 resolutions failed) those extra slices of cake don’t matter because you’re going on a diet on January 1st. And all those terrible essays that were 1000 words under the word count will be your last because you’re going to start working hard in Hilary. But whom are you really fooling here? These aren’t bad habits to be broken, they’re part of you, and no New Year’s Resolution is going to make you more conscientious or get rid of your sweet tooth.

The sad truth is that 88% of those who set a New Year’s resolution fail. So with such a gloomy success rate, why do we even bother? Usually it’s because we feel that by turning over a new leaf we can be better, healthier, cleverer, funnier, thinner and so on, which in turn will make us happier. But you’ll probably fail; so just save yourself the hassle, people. Scrap fresh starts and accept that you’re an idle underachiever.

So, as you may have gathered from the extremely positive tone of this article, I’m not going to give you the top ten tips on how to keep your New Year’s resolutions in typical Lifestyle fashion. It’s pointless. Instead here are a few standard student resolutions that inevitably will be broken:

1)     Work hard – You’re sick and tired of pulling an all-nighter in the college library while everyone else parties hard in Wahoo. If you succeed to get your essay in before the 9am deadline you’ll never have to experience the ‘2 minutes to go’ panic or eat another sober Hassan’s at 3 am…it can be a drunk one instead. But after handing in one early essay you begin to realise that your life is lacking the essential weekly adrenalin rush. Furthermore you need to support Hassan in his hour of need – your 3am sobriety is his lifeboat in a sea of annoying drunkards.

2)     Get fit and healthy – this bad boy is on everyone’s list (unless you’re a blue – oh bully for you).  You have decided to no longer use the usual excuse of –  ‘I don’t have time to work out…I have 2 essays due’ – and to actually do some sport. This is partly because resolution number 1 should be in place, and so the excuse is no longer valid. However after your first couple of runs your legs are too stiff and you can’t move. A hindrance that is very impractical, especially if you have to cycle to tutes at St Hugh’s. And you cannot be late for tutorials otherwise you’re breaking resolution number 1. So of course the only solution is for the fitness regime to stop. Sacrifices have to be made for academic excellence.

3)     Drink less – Forget Sober October, it’s time for Dry January. Binge drinking is bad so a month of cold turkey will give your liver time to recover. But the sad truth is that clubbing isn’t as fun sober and you instantly become the fun sponge. And one mustn’t become a social outcast just for health reasons. Getting back on the booze wagon is the only solution to remaining sociable. Oh shucks!

4)     Read more ‘fun’ books – LOL JK, who has time for novels? You don’t even have time for the preliminary reading list, let alone the secondary texts. And then if you’re being super conscientious (see resolution 1), there’s reading around the subject for those extra gems that you can impress your tutor with. Pfft, as if! If I were you I wouldn’t even bother buying the latest Donna Tart book from Blackwells… it will be a waste of money, because you won’t read it. 

Letter from… Les Banlieues

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Dear Cherwell,

Paris is as black and white as the monochrome outfits that are displayed in every boutique window of the Marais- It’s a place of stark social extremes. I’ve brushed past homeless people viciously fighting over a crack pipe and I’ve accidently elbowed the Green Goblin (Willem Dafoe) in the face in a fancy, French-ass restaurant. I’ve seen people scouring bins for food and I’ve seen people spend over 40 euros on a pack of 10 Pierre Hermé macaroons. Of course, this is symptomatic of any big city. However, where Paris seems to differ slightly is in its hostile relationship with its outer suburbs, the banlieues.

As a British Council English Language Assistant, I knew that the school to which I would be allocated in September 2013 would be decided by some kind of Union Jack-patterned sorting hat, in other words, completely at random. Thus, as much as I hoped for a ‘good school’, the prospect of teaching in the banlieue was always on the cards (or, in my case, a reality.)

 I remember the first day I made my 1 hour 30 minute commute from my apartment in Montmartre to Grigny, on the RER ( the high-speed, suburban network ) and noticing that the further out from central Paris I went, the lower the number of white, French passengers still seated in the carriages. I remember observing one of the year 7 classes that day and being amazed at the fact that: many pupils couldn’t point out Paris on a map of France, few of them had visited central Paris and that none of them considered themselves as ‘Parisian’.

As I told fellow Paris year abroader students of my first impressions of my school/ life in the banlieues, responses often made reference to the films La Haine or The Class. Though I found a new level of appreciation of the former film, I doubted that, unlike the protagonist of the latter, I had the patience or the time (12 hours a week) to make a ‘breakthrough’ with a school of, what my supervisor referred to as ‘problem children’ . As expected, there have been problems: I’ve had to break up numerous physical fights, leave school early one day because a former pupil entered the building and decided to set upon the first teacher he could find, have an emergency staff meeting about a knife-wielding pupil…However, the pupils aren’t the ‘problem’, those that live in the banlieues are not the ‘problem’, immigrants aren’t the ‘problem’;  it’s the prejudices which serve only to widen the social and financial gap between the rich of central Paris and the poorer communities who live in the suburbs. My pupils can be challenging but they are funny, intelligent and respectful towards those that don’t underestimate or marginalise them and teaching them is my favourite aspect of my year abroad in Paris thus far.

Sending you love from across The Channel,

Rose (a happy product of the British Council sorting hat)