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Fashion’s Latest ‘It’ Girl

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Move over Kate Moss; there’s a new muse in town. No, no, we’re not talking about Cara Delevingne or Pixie Geldof. Fashion’s latest ‘It’ Girl goes by the name of Minnie Mouse. You’re sure to recognize the cute yellow court shoes, the big red polka dot bow, and the playful petticoats beneath that voluminous skirt – it’s true, Minnie’s been around for a while (she made her first appearance in the film Plane Crazy, released in 1928). But she’s taking a break from Hollywood, and has instead chosen to throw herself into the fashion industry’s limelight.

Minnie has been taking the fashion world by storm as of late. Last year, London’s top designers showcased one-off creations inspired by Minnie at September Fashion Week and, earlier this year, designer Gerlan unveiled her Minnie Mouse inspired collection at New York Fashion Week. In March Minnie walked the catwalk in a custom Lanvin dress (no less!) to celebrate the 20th anniversary of Disneyland, before releasing her OPI nail polish collection this summer. That’s not to mention her past collaborations with luxury jewellery brand Mawi, and department store Barney’s New York. 

But most exciting of all, Minnie has just landed her debut fashion mag cover, fronting the 10th edition of the bi-annual LOVE Magazine. She stars alongside some of the biggest contemporary names in the modelling industry, including Georgia May Jagger, Edie Campbell and Rosie Huntington Whiteley.

Traces of Miss Minnie’s influence are all over the industry. Yayoi Kusama’s collection for Louis Vuitton springs to mind. Or Maison Michel’s delicate mouse ears that were popular with the Olsen sisters. Meadham Kirchoff’s collection this season was covered in bows, with clear Minnie-Mouse inspired colour schemes dominating his catwalk looks. And, next season, Miu Miu pays homage to our favourite mouse with polka dots galore, with pieces ranging from small necktie scarfs to ankle-length taffeta skirts.

It seems Minnie can do no wrong: her career as fashion model-muse is only going from strength to strength. And no wonder! She’s an icon. As Marc Low, Vice President of Fashion and Home at Disney, said: “Minnie Mouse and her unique style continue to inspire fans across the world. Surpassing trends, Minnie Mouse’s iconic silhouette, signature bows and polka dots always remain in style which is why she is as relevant today as the day she first appeared on the fashion scene”.

Congratulations on your cover Minnie. We’ll certainly be picking up our copy of LOVE Magazine.

 

Get Minnie’s Look

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Coral polka dot drop waist dress, £10, Riverisland.co.uk; Hands bodycon dress, £30, Lazy Oaf at ASOS.com; Moto pink spot mom jeans, £42, Topshop; Roundabout suede court shoes, £58, Office; False eyelashes in Slant Black, £15.50, Shu Umera; Bow hair clip in red, £12, American Apparel; OPI Vintage Minnie Mini nail polish collection, £12.95, Beautybay.com; Commes Des Garcons polka dot print pouch, £109, Selfridges; Black lace mouse ears headband, £24.44, Esty.

 

Gallery

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Meadham Kirchhoff, ss13

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Yayoi Kusama’s collection for Louis Vuitton

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Minnie’s Cover

 

LOVE magazine’s Sweetie Issue is out now. Marc Low quote taken from Stylist.co.uk

Review: The Perch

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Anyone with a bike or good pair of walking legs will know that the relative ‘countryside’ of Oxford can be reached after just a short venture beyond the city centre. Accessed either through Port Meadow or down a long, winding lane you might miss coming off the Botley Road, The Perch is hidden away beyond a Pick Your Own and a driving range. Either way, you’re sure to work up an appetite by the time you get there. And boy is the walk worth it. A huge sprawling garden with a terrace under cover to shelter from the sun is decorated with a mish-mash of local art and crafts and blends into fields stretching for miles.

The ‘Two courses for £15’ menu is hardly the best deal you can find amongst other lunch offerings, and with a very limited selection of two dishes per course you could forgive me for initially being a bit uncertain. That said, it was certainly a summery-themed menu, in keeping with the time of year, and you feel validated in paying a bit extra when the setting’s that idyllic. The deal also includes either an alcoholic drink or bottle of water (might you want a juice if you’re driving rather than being limited to water?). The waiting staff were very friendly and welcoming; the slightly ambulatory speed of service paled into insignificance and was very much au fait with the lazy summer afternoon.

I opted as ever for a starter and main course, and my mum even more reliably for a main and dessert. We shared the ham hock terrine (as well as the lovely complimentary home-made bread that came with it). Now I’m normally wary of terrines; often they come as more of a jelly, at other times they can be bland or, worse, void of any visible ‘ham hock’. Yet I’d already seen one arrive at a table nearby, and was reassured enough to take the plunge. The terrine was chunky and salty with generous amounts of Parma ham round the outside and not too fatty in the middle. It was the piccalilli dressing, however, that made it. Little pickled cauliflower florets and cucumber chunks dipped in the sharp, acidic sauce which you just can’t quite get from a jar.

My main was calamari with French fries, mushy peas and homemade tartare sauce. I use ‘French fries’ because unfortunately they fell into the trap of being soggy and uninspiring, perhaps because the chef was going for a light version of traditional fish and chips. Sadly there is no substitute for proper chunky chips in my opinion and I struggled to finish the pile (in part because the delicious calamari proved filling enough). Memory of the calamari is a tad obscured, not by the fact I was feeling a bit heady after a couple of glasses of wine in the heat, rather due to the impressive and delicious accompaniments. If I had to pick holes, the mushy peas weren’t mushy (real garden peas!), but otherwise both were fantastic and I could’ve eaten a bucket rather than a ramekin of each of them. The dessert menu had failed to excite me, as is not uncommon, but my mum went for the profiteroles. I happily sat back and watched her enjoy them, I could see they were made with vanilla ice cream in the middle (vanilla pod seeds visible and all) rather than whipped cream which I’m told was refreshing rather than claggy, and the chocolate was rich, smooth and bitter enough to cut through the cream.

I imagine the pub is equally pleasant during winter, but rather than sitting in the garden on eclectic furniture with twee table cloths it’d be more open log fires, thick cushions and low lighting; welcoming you in from the cold. We didn’t try what is a very extensive beer selection (what you’d expect from a ‘proper pub’) but they did look like they’d put a significant dent in your wallet, so perhaps it was for the best we went for food rather than attempting to nurse a pint. Strangely enough, although it came very highly recommended from a couple of sources I’ve also heard some very damning accounts; accusations of poor food and poorer service. This, then, is evidence of the limitations perhaps of a one-off visit, but equally we left relaxed and sated, and wouldn’t hesitate to return to see if it is an overall improvement or a one-off fluke. One to take the parents to, especially if you’re country mouse yearning for a bit of fresh air, or even a change of scene for the city rats amongst us.

“Summer’s lease hath all too short a date…”

Picture this… after a manic eight weeks (more if you’re a super-keen student, rower or unfortunate fresher) of trying to balance essay deadlines, torturous tute sheets and revision as well as trying to appear sociable, fun-loving and care-free, you stumble upon a curious event: The summer vacation. As eighth week was beginning, so too were many students’ dreams of freedom, of a few precious months without the nagging thought that there was still one book left to read and one problem sheet to complete. Complete and unmitigated anxiety-free bliss. Right?

But now we’re well into the holidays and some of us are left wondering what we’ve done with our time thus far. Here’s but a cross section of what you’ve been getting up to.

The “Mini Gap Yah”

Thanks to the YouTube phenomenon, those of us who went straight to university (the rise in fees pushing the majority of this year’s second years to do so) are now familiar with the strange event that takes place when post-6th form students jet off to exotic, oriental places. Perhaps you thought that after the first two terms of first year, the oh-so familiar conversation starter of “well, when I was in (insert vaguely unpronounceable country here)…” would have long disappeared from your peers’ lexicon. How wrong you were. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the “mini gap yah”.

Forget a whole year of your life, for this summer only you could be bottle-feeding starving orphans in Ghana, being henna-tattooed on a moonlight beach in Thailand or eating spit-roasted guinea pigs in Chile.

So when October rolls around, beware of paying too many compliments to your friends’ tan, attire, or bizarre hair style – unless you want to hear about the trek they made through the outback, thorns ripping open their clothes and tearing at their bare skin before they reached a camp of indigenous natives whose children proceeded to weave for them a new pair of trousers out of camel hair and bamboo shoots, the very ones in which they are now standing before you.

Money, money, money – the working life

Like ABBA, towards the end of term the Oxonian begins to consider all the things he or she could do, if they had a little money, especially once the student loan has run out and it looks like things might be getting dire (i.e. you can’t afford those shorts/sunglasses/beers). Suddenly the feel of cash in your wallet and the revulsion you feel at begging your parents for another tenner spurs you into action. Returning to a previous part-time job, picking up something new or doing odd jobs here and there; almost every student’s at it. Prizes for the most bizarre.

Spare a thought though, for those students struggling through internships or work experience, rarely seeing daylight and without a pay check to show for it. Respect them; fear them -one day they will be smirking at your pitiful attempts at photocopying when you eventually end up in the workplace.  At least they have Cherwell’s work experience tips to get them through!

The couch potato

We now come to our final holidaymaker. A fairly rare specimen, it must be said, amongst the Oxford contingent. It spends its time indulging in the most primal of activities (eating, sleeping etc), that is, with the additional of modern technologies. It is never found far from its phone, laptop or television, and even the microwave is often only a few metres away. Always a fall-back option, this method of vacationing has been tried and tested by many a student, with the inevitable conclusion that it simply cannot be beaten.

After these tales of travel and work and sleep, what, you may be wondering, is a Cherwell reporter going to be undertaking this summer? I like to think of my vacation as a happy medium between all of these stereotypes: there’s the mini gap yah (admittedly only to Normandy to au pair), the work (being PAID for said au pairing) and naturally, a sizeable amount of vegetating (hooray for lie-ins!). Happy holidaying, fellow Oxonians.

Tales of the River

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People have swum in lakes and rivers for centuries. In the early 19th century, Lord Byron swam across the Hellespont in Turkey, thus bridging the gap between Europe and Asia. A century ago outdoor swimming clubs were to be found across the country sporting exciting names such as ‘The New Town Water Rats’.  It’s only really with full industrialisation and urbanisation that we have foregone open water for the sanitized and chlorinated water of indoors. Pollution may take some of the blame, but perhaps it’s because we’re just lazier and more accustomed to our home comforts that we grimace of the prospect of entering water that might be below 20 degrees Celsius.  

Yet reasons to be afraid of outdoor swimming are decreasing. Our waterways are cleaner than they once were. The Thames of the 1950s only supported eels due to pollution levels. Now it’s teeming with all kinds of aquatic life, thanks to stricter environmental regulations. We may imagine that only pristine mountain springs are clean enough to bathe in, but indeed many of the rivers that flow through our biggest cities are now clean enough. The Thames, the Tyne and Salford Quays (near Manchester) all attract their fair share of swimmers. It’s also far easier to swim in open waters thanks to breakthroughs in equipment and technology. Just glancing around at the Great North Swim reveals the variety of purchases that the budding swimmer can make. These include specially designed wetsuits, along with open water goggles (tinted in case of bright sunlight and with a wider lens to enable you to see what’s going on around you). Then you get the just plain bizarre items- waxes to prevent wetsuits from chaffing, and even special sprays to prevent goggles from misting up in cold water conditions. There’s also so much more to motivate us to get out into the wild and swim. The sport has a number of role models- take Cassie Patten who represented Team GB at the Olympics in the sport (a new event in 2008), at both Beijing and London. There’s also TV stars such as Robson Green and David Walliams who have made documentaries about the sport- with David Walliams swimming the length of the Thames. 

You can even make a holiday of it. SwimTrek offer swimming holidays in the UK and across the world. I myself have done two such tours in the Isles of Scilly and the Hebrides. Often these holidays take place amid island groups and you swim from island to island (accompanied by support boat). The truly stunning locations are worth   it. In the Hebrides I successfully braved the gulf of Corryvreckan- the second largest whirlpool in the world. Cross it at the wrong time and you will be swept under by the current, never to be seen again; George Orwell had a close encounter with death here. It was an eventful trip, carried out in both the sea and lochs, at the time supported by a boat driven by a grumpy man who constantly complained of the weight of our bags. One of the guys in my party even experienced a playful nip on the foot by seal pup. 

So back to the Great North Swim. It is the biggest such event in the UK, and has been going strong for 5 years now. It takes place every June, in front of the picturesque Low Wood hotel on the shores of Lake Windermere.  You can choose to enter the 1/2 mile, 1 and 2 mile or 5km swims.  Like the London marathon and the Great North Run it attracts celebrities, and two of the starters were team GB athletes. It’s very safe- you are monitored by a small flotilla of rescue boats and kayaks. Should you get into difficulty you will be picked up very quickly. Wetsuits are more or less compulsory, and in addition to that you wear a coloured swimming hat .The swim also operates a sophisticated timing-chip system, allowing you to see your time online.  

The moments before the swim itself are full of apprehension. As you run down the slipway you have to jostle for space alongside fellow swimmers, which continues in the water. As you enter the water you ‘fwaw fwaw’- the technical term to describe your tentative first strokes as you react to the water temperature, and get the shock of your life. As you are hemmed in by others space is at a premium, and thus the lake resembles a pool of piranhas. The upshot is that in swimming behind someone you don’t have to cope with as much water resistance, and you don’t have to look up out of the water to see where you are going, as you are just following the people in front. Then again, looking in the water is somewhat disconcerting, as here you can’t see the bottom, so your main thoughts are ‘WHAT IS DOWN THERE??’ It doesn’t help that every so often dead bodies are found in the lakes of the Lake District, or for that matter rumours of lake monsters.  

But on with the swim I press, and I focus on technique. It helps to keep your elbows relatively high, and to let your arms do the work (instead of your legs), and if you can breathe on both sides it helps also. As I swim further into the lake I begin to look around, and I really get a sense of the beauty of the surrounding landscape. Here the term ‘wild swimming’ is most applicable, as I gaze from the lake up to the Langdale mountains. In terms of surroundings, wild swimming is a hundred times better than your local swimming pool- no matter how attractive the tile work happens to be there. And as for the cold, you begin to adjust very rapidly. After a while you end up preferring the exhilarating freshness of cold water to the heated and chlorinated stuff in the pool. Mineral rich fresh water (or salty sea water) are bound to do far more good for your skin than the chlorine is. 

I’m now approaching the end of the course. I’m guided all the time by luminous coloured buoys which mark the route across the lake. As I get out onto the slipway a team of lifeguards help me out. Then I make it to the finish line to pick up a bag of free goodies (which includes a bag of pistachios, a bottle of Powerade, water, and some shower gel, as well as a t-shirt and medal. Not bad.). This is followed by a quick dry off and then the drive home (broken halfway with the promise of well-deserved fish and chips). Even though I’ll be far from the majestic beauty of the Lake District or the coast in Oxford, there are plenty of good sites nearby. Port Meadow and the Cherwell are popular (as anyone who has fallen off a punt knows). Oxford dons established a naked bathing site at Parsons Pleasure in 1852. Legend has it a number of students came past the sunbathing dons in a punt. The dons, startled, covered their modesty, all except one who placed a flannel over his head stating “My students know me by my face”. 

OED’s new ‘marriage’ definition to include same-sex couples

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As it currently stands, the OED’s definition reads: “Noun: The formal union of a man and a woman, typically as recognized by law, by which they become husband and wife.”

Only in a reference does the definition say marriage could also be “(in some jurisdictions) a union between partners of the same sex.”

The new definition will no doubt be similar to that used by the Merriam-Webster dictionary, which defines marriage as: “1): The state of being united to a person of the opposite sex as husband or wife in a consensual and contractual relationship recognized by law. 2): The state of being united to a person of the same sex in a relationship like that of a traditional marriage”.

The OED will change its definition due to the Same Sex Couples Act, first introduced to parliament in the January of this year, and which received Royal Assent on Wednesday 17 July. This recent legislation legalised same-sex marriage in England and Wales. As such, the meaning of the word ‘marriage’ has altered somewhat.

A press spokeswoman for Oxford University said, “We are constantly monitoring usage in this area in order to consider what revisions and updates we may need to make. It’s worth pointing out that, as the OED is distinct from other dictionaries in being a historical record of the language, meanings of the past will remain, even while language changes and new ones are added.”

Matthew Wigens, former LGBTQ representative for St. Catherine’s College, told Cherwell, “Although some people may consider this some substantive development, it really isn’t. They [the OED] have merely reflected a change on the law where it would be inaccurate not to.

“This in mind, the change of definition by the OED shouldn’t spark new debate. The time for debate was before the Marriage (Same-sex Couples) Bill was signed into law. Only if the bill seriously misrepresented public opinion to the point that repeal would be on the table would this be a time for debate.

“I am pleased to see that the OED have been quick to respond to the change in definition, but it is to be expected of the prestigious dictionary.”

Bo Guagua enrolls at Columbia Law School

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Bo Guagua, the son of disgraced Chinese diplomat Bo Xilai, has reportedly enrolled at Columbia Law School in New York, in order to continue his studies in the US.

The news emerged last week after a journalist for Chinese magazine Caixin tweeted a screen-shot of the Columbia University student directory. The web page lists Bo Guagua’s name, student number and university email address.

Experts believe that Mr Bo, who was an undergraduate at Balliol College, Oxford, is unlikely to ever return to China following the imprisonment of his mother, Gu Kailai, for the murder of British businessman Neil Heywood.

She claimed at her trial that she poisioned Heywood after he threatened the safety of her son.

Bo Guagua’s father, Bo Xilai, is expected to stand trial for corruption in China in the coming weeks, after the investigation into Heywood’s murder exposed a network of corruption in the Communist Party.

Last week the LA Times reported claims that Bo Xilai may have struck a deal with prosecutors in order to protect his son.

One of their political commentators, Hu Ping, a Chinese exile based in New York, wrote, “If the old man doesn’t accept his crimes, they’ll go after his son. Bo Xilai has to cooperate with the authorities to make sure his son can avoid trouble.”

Sex hormones linked to breast cancer, new research shows

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The study, undertaken by Oxford University, revealed that pre-menstrual women with high levels of sex hormones such as oestrogen and testosterone were between a fifth and a third more likely to develop breast cancer than women with low levels of the hormones.

Professor Tim Key of the Cancer Epidemiology Unit at the University of Oxford said, “While the link between higher levels of sex hormones and breast cancer is well established in older, postmenopausal women, it’s much less clear what effect hormones have on cancer risk in younger, premenopausal women.

“But from this study we can say there appears to be a link, which has important implications for understanding the biology of breast cancer and for planning future research.”

The study also researched the effect of smoking and alcohol on sex levels. The researchers discovered that women who smoked 15 or more cigarettes a day, or drank two or more glasses of wine a day, had higher levels of the male sex hormones compared with women who didn’t smoke or didn’t drink.

Data on hormone levels in the blood of 760 premenopausal women with breast cancer and of 1,700 without was looked at from seven previous scientific studies. The report has been published in The Lancet.

Although 80% of those diagnosed with breast cancer are over fifty, 10,000 women under fifty are diagnosed with the disease every year.

Cancer charities have welcomed the news. Cancer Research UK commented, “With one in five breast cancers now diagnosed in women under 50 it’s important that we find out as much as we can about what increases the risk for younger women. We don’t yet know why having higher levels of some sex hormones might increase a woman’s risk so further research is needed to investigate this link.”

Interview: Katie Hopkins

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Katie Hopkins is hell-bent upon becoming the go-to bitch for television producers in need of a cheap villain to fill sofa space, capitalising on her notorious appearance on ITV’s ‘This Morning’.  From the beginning of our interview, she makes it clear she is here to “say what you can’t say anymore”. She is a pawn in the tiresome narrative of breakfast chat shows, perpetuating a meaningless cycle of scandal, outcry and comment. 

She accuses me of being “the sort of person who believes in climate change”, in a provocative non-sequitur with no relevance our conversation. On one level, she is evidently attempting to keep the camera focused on her by inspiring fresh outrage. 

For example, I believe that parents almost always seek the best possible life for their children. Hopkins does not. “I don’t believe every mother wants what’s best for their baby,” she says. “[Single teenage mothers] want what’s best for themselves. And what’s best for them is doing very little to support their children.” She goes on to tell me in absolute seriousness how “young mums… take KFC home, stick it in the blender and feed it to their babies.”  This is precisely the sort of pantomime nonsense which makes Hopkins so easy to revile. 

In doing so, though, lefties like myself run the risk of engaging in dangerous and hypocritical snobbery of our own. The vitriol Hopkins peddles on daytime TV is being drip-fed into the nation daily, and must be taken seriously, representative as it is of a far wider culture of disdain. In these days of debt, unemployment and uncertainty, it is easy to see the appeal of Hopkins’ economic and educational ideology that “you have to let people fail”. 

She spells out her views in simple terms: “I think that hierarchy is a great way of sorting life and I think that shortcuts are a great way of making hierarchy work and I think that the class system is the best system that perfectly matches this hierarchy.” In other words, your position in the “hierarchy” of society is decided by a series of value judgements based on arbitrary “shortcuts” such as class, race, gender, appearance and even name. 

“[For everyone] to be educated the same? to have the same chance?” To Hopkins, these are empty aspirations — there is not enough money in the economy for everyone to be financially secure and well-educated, and so some must fail that others may succeed. She sees the class system as “much more effective than any social policy” in determining who is able to access higher education — who will succeed, and who will fail. Private schools are an “efficient way of processing highly intelligent individuals… into elite institutions”, because the children who deserve to succeed are naturally to be found amongst the upper classes. 

In contrast, there is no room in the state educational system for struggling children whose parents cannot spare the time to help with homework or the money for private tuition. “If the parents aren’t going to take responsibility”, Hopkins expects primary-age pupils to fend for themselves.  “At a certain age, around 8 years old, you can recognise either you are going to do something about that or you’re not.” 

Rich children “are funnelled into private schools” which “turn them into fantastically inquisitive minds”. Children of equal academic potential, who come from homes where there is less money and less time to spare, are mere intellectual collateral. “It’s harsh,” says Hopkins, “but life is harsh.”

We also discuss other “shortcuts”, such as the use of racial profiling by the police. To Hopkins, it is simple. “The ratio of black people that are found to have committed crime is greater. And so we are therefore making those shortcuts… now clearly I’m not suggesting racism is a great idea. I’m merely saying there are shortcuts that exist.” It should be noted that racial profiling makes no difference whatsoever to crime figures, according to the Equality and Human Rights Commission. (She is careful to tell me that “nobody can use race any more” when making value judgements between people. I will let those two words, “any more”, speak for themselves.) 

Hopkins is as scornful of the campaign for women’s rights as she is of the right of black people to a fair criminal process. “Do I believe there’s a lot of inequality around? No, I don’t.” To her, feminism is a matter of “special treatment” and mere semantics, and she talks dismissively of all-male golf clubs and all-female literary prizes when the topic is broached.  In fact, she tells me, “the equality brigade has managed to get themselves far more than equal”. Moments later, Hopkins freely admits that she would always “pick the man” when choosing between otherwise equal candidates for a job, as she “knows the cost of maternity leave”. 

Hopkins does not “believe in the world of –isms”. This is despite statistical evidence that working-class women continue to learn far less than their male counterparts, as this study by the Institute for Public Policy Research shows. All this proves is that “there are idle people in this world, and there are grafters.” 

“Money is very easy to come by if you do nothing”, she tells me. “Until we cap benefits at £20,000 a year, we will never find the workforce we are looking for.” Two and a half million people in the UK are currently unemployed- but Katie Hopkins has the solution. “You have to create your own job. Ask twenty people if you can take their bins out for them. Ask thirty people if you can mow their lawn. Just knock on a door.” It is simple — an entire generation can drag itself out of unemployment by doing each other’s chores.

According to Hopkins, single mothers only “want to find an easy way of getting their kid through life”. She seeks to absolve us of our corporate responsibility to help those at the bottom of the economic ladder, by perpetuating the toxic delusion that life on benefits is anything other than an endless struggle. “I don’t think a lot of mothers want what’s best for their baby. I think a lot of mothers what is best for them, and what is best for them is doing frankly very little to support their children.”

If she were an Oxford admissions tutor, Hopkins assures me she wouldn’t “want a Tyrone in her tutor group” when she could have a “Cecil”. That is to say, she would favour an upper-class applicant over a working-class student. “It’s a case of being true to what you’ve learnt… not many Tyrones I’ve had the misfortune to meet have been terribly nice.” Hopkins wants everyone to know their place. The working class should not aspire to a university education, for that is the preserve of the rich elite. She tells me that people “look up to Oxford because it is the hierarchy.” 

Hopkins’ argument is that “it is not the responsibility of the state [and] it is not the responsibility of the taxpayer” to help children who do not get the academic help they need from their parents. However, failure to invest in state schools will leave thousands of potential high-achievers without the training they need to support Britain’s gradual financial recovery, rather than achieving Hopkins’ stated aim of “getting this economy streamlined” by saving money in the short-term.

This is not a matter of what Hopkins terms “vengeful social mobility”. It is simply a matter of ensuring that the best possible people get the best possible training to give British businesses the best possible future employees. She is “sickened… by social mobility clauses” which make allowances for the different levels of education and support university applicants have received. But higher education exists to provide the economy with the scientists and businessmen and innovators it needs, irrespective of their social background. Oxford should embody not hierarchy but opportunity. 

Katie Hopkins believes that the poor are poor because they are lazy, and that the rich are rich because they are talented and hard-working. This is a lie. Although she contends that “we all buy into this shortcut system” where we can be judged on our social standing, class has nothing to do with the degree you can study or the career you can follow.  

It would be useless to tell Hopkins the truth — that snobbery is as groundless as racism, and that the word “chav” is as dehumanising as the word “nigger”. The value of human life evidently means nothing to her. However, you do not need a sense of social responsibility to see how these generalisations are hurting our economy.

All of Katie Hopkins’ “shortcuts” (and this is a word she repeats more than any other) seem to make life much easier. They distract us from the true causes of our poverty, debt and despair by making monsters of the innocent. They absolve us of our duty of care toward the vulnerable. But they also prevent whole generations from realising their academic and economical potential. They must be resisted. We cannot afford to do otherwise.

Bridge of Sigh-cle ride for Hertford Principal

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The Principal of Hertford College, Will Hutton, will cycle from Oxford’s Bridge of Sighs to Venice’s Bridge of Sighs next July, to mark one hundred years since his college’s building of the famous Oxford landmark.

Hutton sent out an email to Hertford students asking for their help in the attempt to carry out the challenge, set to take place over two weeks next July.

In the email, Hutton said, “Over the next twelve months we celebrate the centenary of our iconic bridge and in thinking about ways to celebrate, the idea of a sponsored cycle ride from the Hertford bridge to the Bridge of Sighs in Venice was mooted.

“This idea has increasingly caught my imagination, and over the last few days I have decided to do it – providing we can make it work. Believe me, at about a thousand miles over a fortnight next July this will be probably the most physically challenging thing I have ever done – and just the preparation is a daunting prospect.”

Although Hutton intends to hire a professional company to help with the organisation of the trip, he is also keen for Hertford students to become actively involved. As his email explained, “I am looking for a group of individuals who can share my enthusiasm for this idea and help get it off the ground.

“No, you don’t have to commit to ride with me, although you will be most welcome – my aspiration is to tap into the wider Hertford community rather than have the whole project driven by an outside contractor.”

About half a dozen students will be asked to help Hutton in four areas – route planning, technical support, accommodation and transport. He says that he already has two possible routes planned.

Hutton will formally announce the idea in September, when the centenary of the Bridge of Sighs will be celebrated by Hertford College with a series of lectures on the Bridge’s history, the screening of a short documentary about it, and a drinks reception and party.

Hertford’s Bridge of Sighs was designed and built in 1913 and now connects the two main college buildings, spanning New College Lane. It was first opened in January 1914. The Bridge of Sighs in Venice, or the Ponte dei Sospiri, was built in 1602 and connects the New Prison to the interrogation rooms in the Doge’s Palace.

The distance between them is 757 miles, just under the length of the famous John O’Groats to Land’s End ride in the UK, at about 840 miles.

Let’s not spoil all the fun: A response to Marc Pacitti

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Marc Pacitti has just written a very thought provoking piece on this website, giving a republican perspective on the birth of the royal baby. In the first instance there are some things that he writes about which are I think certainly of merit.

He is for instance right to identify the friction between royalty and celebrity and the problems that this has caused – the 1990s being its best example. Royalty’s identification as celebrity produces problems in its ability to perform its constitutional role; but the media hopefully is learning lessons from the horrors of its behaviour in recent years.  

He is also right to identify the complexities associated with the Head of State sharing responsibilities as Head of the Church of England in our twenty first century secular society. We cannot expect an eighty six year old Queen – who is in all regards – a devout Christian to change this function radically anytime soon, but Prince Charles’s plans to be Defender of Faith as well as Defender of the Faith should certainly go some way to healing these issues.

But Marc’s piece does not, in all its significant length, identify what is arguably the basis for Monarchy’s survival – that it has to evolve, change and modernize. In order to survive the Monarchy has to move with the times – it is not a museum piece; it has to reflect the society at which it is at the head. As far back as Queen Victoria and Prince Albert the Monarchy has done this, through to George V’s use of radio and creation of the Windsor brand to Prince Philip’s 1960s modernizing programme and most recently the bringing forward of the new generation.

Marc quotes Christopher Hitchens in his piece, fortunately not associating himself with the belated writer’s aggressiveness and obsession to be right and throw compassion and pragmatism out of the window in the process. I have no intention of writing here to Hitchens’s (or Pacitti’s, for that matter!) depths but let me just put forward a few of the reasons, which I seem to share with a great number of people, for why what this royal baby represents works and is so special.

First, the monarchy is relevant – it performs that vital task of bringing our contemporary life together with our historical past. Monarchy provides a symbol of national unity around which we can all, regardless of our background gather. You only had to stand on The Mall on the evening of the Diamond Jubilee concert to experience that awesome sensation in practice.

Second, of course Marc is right to recognize the drawbacks of heredity – there are many. It is certainly the case that heredity cannot guarantee us that Prince George will, all going well, turn out to be a suitable King. In an age when we (quite rightly) care a lot less about royal etiquette and educate sovereigns much better, these risks are eliminated a lot less though. Heredity has less drawbacks than other methods of producing a Head of State. An elective monarchy for example would produce a scramble for social distinction and simply enlarge our awful culture of party politics. Who would want David Cameron or Tony Blair as a monarch? Who would show them the same kinds of affection we show the monarchy as it is? An elective monarchy would lose the monarchy’s central benefit – its reconciling character.

Of course, the greatest charge that many produce against the monarchy is its cost. But this can in practice come to no fruition. Even if one disregards the hugely significant levels of money the monarchy brings to this country’s economy through tourism, the Monarchy still runs at a significant profit. No longer do minor members of the royal family receive money from the state and nor, in a way, does the Queen because of the method of surrendering the Crown Estates’ profits to the treasury. If you were to put a number on it, which is difficult to do, then it would probably cost around 52p per head, which is far less than Heads of State in other countries. There is certainly a case for a republic and there is a case for a proper monarchy, but nobody wants a mean monarchy – where would the fun be in that?

In a final recall to Marc I have to tell him that I am not alone in my thoughts here – the numbers show that most of us support, and feel great affection for the monarchy. Probably, on principle, many objections can be leveled against it. Many of them are certainly fair – though I hope I have been able to respond to a few of them here, albeit briefly.

Put that aside, there are times when things work and are special for reasons which we cannot explain. The monarchy is an example of that and we would be very stupid indeed to let something as unique as it go. The birth of Prince George only reinforces the importance of the monarchy as an institution. We only have to look at what happened last time we got rid of a King to convince ourselves of the merits of having one. Why look in the crystal ball when you can read the book?

Marc describes the monarchy towards the end of his piece as “an interesting and decaying relic on the international stage”. Perhaps that is true, but there’s one thing that is for sure, there are certainly worse things to be called. Maybe we should take it as a compliment?