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New restaurant cooks up Keralan cuisine in Cowley

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What the team at Tribe have managed to create in the space of three months is unique in absolutely every sense.  Amongst the countless Indian restaurants that dominate Oxford and Cowley in particular, they have managed to differentiate themselves in every way.  The unique Keralan spin and fine dining touch on every dish combines with reasonable pricing and carefully crafted flavours to create an atmosphere worth returning to time and time again.

When speaking to owner Rohit Shet, the first thing that he is keen to stress is that this is not your standard curry house and that much is noticeable from the moment you walk through the door.  The walls of the restaurant were hand-painted by Rohit himself in the traditional style of the Warli tribe, from which the restaurant also takes its name.  Straight after being seated every guest is greeted with a refreshing apple juice and rose water drink and a glass of ice water, an Indian tradition of hospitality that Shet wanted to bring across to the English market.

The menu is a carefully crafted affair.  It is wide-ranging enough to offer significant choice but concise since absolutely every dish is prepared fresh to order.  This is the thinking behind the pre-starter too, intended to bridge the gap between ordering and the time it takes to prepare the food.  The potato dumpling we had resembled a croquette and was delicately spiced to contrast perfectly its mint raita accompaniment.  

To start we were able to try the fan-favourite chicken lollypop and the Kali Jingalala.  The latter consisted of king prawns stir-fried with black pepper and deep aromas of cumin that paired perfectly with spring onions.  It also wasn’t hard to see why the lollipop is so popular. Served with a mild chilli sauce and coated in a uniquely blended red dusting of flour it was an interesting take on fried chicken that will certainly appeal to the English consumer.  

Before being presented with our mains came another surprise treat – a mini palette cleanser of a light lentil soup.  Flavoured with coriander, mustard seeds, and cumin it was a welcome reset for the tastebuds.

The main courses certainly didn’t disappoint. The fish curry was the star here – a south Indian speciality, the cod arrives in a simple coconut milk sauce that is punctuated by the flavour of white tamarind, a truly unique spice that is almost impossible to find in the UK and is brought over especially by chef Gils from his home in Kerala.  The coriander on top only adds to the subtlety of flavour and it is almost impossible to not go back for more.  Alongside it, we sampled a Chettinad with green beans and broccoli.  The mix of roasted spices here was much simpler and more standard but provided a very approachable option for anyone looking for a more traditional south Indian curry, or for a vegetarian or vegan option (although Rohit does stress that any of the dishes can be adapted to fit different dietary requirements).  The Paneer Makhani jumps out as another adventurous choice, served with a lovely mix of stir-fried vegetables – the only drawback of ours was that it was potentially slightly overpowered by the sauce it came with.

To accompany the main courses, Tribe maintains its Keralan tradition by not serving naan breads or samosas.  Instead, they opt to offer simple steamed rice and a much lighter traditional south Indian bread dish, Parotta.  The flour is a special blend and the resulting bread is a very light, layered, and crispy flatbread that has just enough flavour to be tasty in its own right but also pair perfectly with any of the curries without dominating.  The Saag Aloo fits into this mould too.  Different from what you might find in most Indian takeaways, Tribe’s version is dominated by the spinach, with just enough potatoes to round the dish and create the perfect combination.

Desert is another lesson in light and flavourful Indian cuisine.  Preceded by a homemade raspberry sorbet pre-dessert (delightfully topped with popping candy for another surprising twist), the Kheer is a North Indian style vermicelli rice pudding.  Made by the owner, it consists of just three ingredients, milk, sugar, and rice before dry dates and saffron are added for texture and flavour.  

There is no doubt then that Tribe is a more than welcome addition to Cowley Road, as a unique reinvention of Indian cuisine that looks to add class to a tried and tested formula. This is not fine dining though, main courses all come in at around £10 and the starters at £6 or under.  As I leave Shet puts the emphasis on this: he wants to democratise the dining experience and make it accessible to all.  He concedes that students won’t be popping in for lunch every day but hopes that the price, delicious food, and outstanding service will see customers return time and again for their weekly treat.

Image credit: Oliver Hall.

Catz-tastrophe: St Catz proposes 11.8% increase in rent

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St Catherine’s College has proposed a 11.8% increase in rent and hall prices for the next academic year (2022-3). College accommodation rent would increase from around £1480 to around £1654 per term. 

Each year the college reviews its domestic spending to estimate living costs for the following year. The 11.8% inflation in college living prices is an estimated figure for next year’s domestic costs which does not include any profit for the college.  

This proposal is in line with the current high inflation rates. The UK annual inflation rate increased to 7% in March 2022, the highest since March 1992. Currently, prices are rising by 9% a year in the UK.  

Other factors are also contributing to this figure. The Covid-19 pandemic meant the normal cost model for accommodation could not be used to predict this year’s costs. In Hilary Term 2021, the college received no rent.  

The college has found that the amount they increased rent by was lower than the costs increased by. The fees this year received from students were not substantial enough to cover all accommodation and domestic costs.  

Another aspect which has led to this increase in student living costs is St Catz’s recent commitment to paying all of their staff the Oxford living wage. This increase in staff wages will result in a greater cost to the college, which is expected to be covered by an increased price for student rent and hall.   

Rebecca Powell, a current JCR access rep at St Catz, found the news “disappointing”. She said: “While I appreciate that the college has financial needs and restrictions, I have serious concerns with regards to how this will impact the student body. The cost of living in Oxford is notoriously high and, in combination with restriction to work during term time, I feel that this will be another blow to students from lower-income backgrounds.”  

On being asked whether she was aware of the possibility of college accommodation prices increasing prior to accepting her offer, Rebecca commented: “I knew that it was possible for rent rates to fluctuate slightly but an increase of 11% was certainly not expected… [I am] completely sympathetic to the reasons that college have outlined [but] these factors should not be at the expense of those already in financially precarious situations.” 

Discussions between the college student body, and its staff and finance administrators, have begun. The JCR is running a survey to assess the financial standing of its student body. It hopes to use this information to inform the college about the likely impacts of this rent increase upon its students. This will inform further decision making. 

Rebecca does find it “reassuring” to know that negotiations between the college and JCR representatives are taking place, and she hopes the collection of data about students’ finances will provide “significant evidence that these rent increases are unacceptable”. Nonetheless, she does still have “considerable reservations about whether these negotiations will have a significant impact”. 

An 11.8% increase is, at this stage, a suggested figure. The college has not yet committed to increasing rent and hall prices by this amount. However, with colleges across the University facing financial pressures, St Catz is likely to be one of many to increase prices for its students. 

When asked to comment, St Catherine’s college told Cherwell: “St Catherine’s is committed to ensuring that the experience of students living in College is the best it can be. 

“The College is still working in collaboration with the JCR and the MCR on proposals for accommodation rates for the 2022-23 academic year.

“The current rates for undergraduate accommodation at St Catherine’s are the fifth lowest when compared to all other Oxford colleges. The College will continue to do everything it can to ensure that accommodation rates reflect only the actual cost to the College of the room and utilities, and will work with student representatives when doing so. When calculating these rates, St Catherine’s uses the actual predicted costs for specific services used, rather than an averaged estimate, which tends to be higher. 

“Our students are our first priority and we appreciate that the current financial climate may be challenging for them and their families. We will continue to support each of our students in any way that we can, including through initiatives such as the Student Support Fund.” 

Image credit: Munkfishmonger via Wikimedia

Lincoln College chapel vandalised

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The Lincoln College chapel was vandalised in what the college chaplain has called an act of “abuse and damage”. 

A group of individuals, whose identities have not yet been released, entered the chapel sometime between 1pm and 9pm on Friday 13th May. The chaplain revealed in an email sent to students and staff following the incident that various acts of vandalism were committed.

The damage included the rearranging of furniture and furnishings, burning of Easter candles, writing of strange symbols on hymnals and service books with black makeup pens, defacement of the embroidered cross on linen used in Holy Communion, grinding of charcoal into the cloth covering the altar’s side table, and crumbling of charcoal (intended for use in burning incense) across the linen altar cloth. Many of the objects which were defaced were blessed for use in Christian worship.

Disturbingly, these actions took place during an unplanned power cut. Internal emails reassuring students that maintenance and IT staff were hurrying to solve the problem also reveal that their own battery backups went down for a time as well. 

Everything destroyed can be replaced, but Lincoln chaplain, Revd Dr Andrew Shamel, says it constitutes a “direct attack on God or at the least Christian faith itself” for some believers. Desecration of aspects of the Christian altar are offensive and hurtful to Christians. For example, the Paschal candle symbolizes a special form of Christ’s presence in the Church after the Resurrection at Easter and the destruction of this holy object is highly disrespectful. Destruction of any sacred object is akin to “a precious heirloom, a work of art, or a memento resonant of a loved one”, Revd Dr Shamel explained.

The college chapel was originally built in the early seventeenth century in a late Gothic, perpendicular style and consecrated in 1631. Statues on the front pews and ornate ceilings were added in the 1680s. Apart from restoration work that took place in the 1990s, the Chapel has remained mostly unchanged since the late seventeenth century. Notable features include enamelled windows by the master painter Abraham van Linge which depict various Biblical figures and scenes and a large organ in a pine ante-chapel.

Revd Dr Shamel raised particular concerns over the treatment of the objects on the altar table: the Paschal candle, linen corporal cloth, and the table itself. These objects are used in the rite of the Eucharist, which symbolises the last supper Jesus ate with his disciples, and a “mysterious recapitulation of the sacrifice of the Crucifixion”. Each object on the table is loaded with symbolism. The white tablecloth symbolises the special role of the altar table in the ceremony, while the smaller corporal cloth is used to delineate the focus of the blessing of the bread and wine and collect crumbs from the consecrated bread. “Many Christians regard each crumb of the bread of the Eucharist as precious and so it much not be lost or trod upon,” he said, adding “I hope it is clear how the scattered charcoal and deep marking marring these fabrics and surfaces set aside for the Eucharist would be so problematic”.

A similar instance of chapel vandalism in Central Oxford was reported on by Cherwell in 1984. Two Brasenose College students ransacked that college’s chapel and left behind a number of offensive images, included pentagrams and inverted crosses. The two students, who also had a history of disciplinary infractions, confessed the same morning to their “drunken prank”. They were each fined £50, plus an additional £15 for a separate incident in which they danced on the roof of the Principal’s lodgings. The JCR President at the time denied that the College was a “place for Devil worshippers”, and said “the incident has left Christians in the college very perturbed, very upset. The fact that these people infringed on spiritual beliefs is appalling.” 

Image credit: Remi Mathis

On breakups: Dumping exes and expectations

In a perverse way, I think I was excited for my first break up. I grew up on a cultural diet of Elle Woods turning her heartbreak into a career-defining moment, of tabloids eyeing celebrities’ post-divorce glow ups, of Taylor Swift lyrics dwelling on and romanticising her relationship mishaps until they become something iconic. I knew it would be sad, that there’d be some slamming doors and some nights cursing my ex’s name in the early hours of the morning, but I also somehow imagined breaking up with my first partner would be some epochal moment that would change me for the better. What I wasn’t ready for was just how traumatic both my first break up, and my ex’s response afterwards, would be.

My first relationship, in my last year of school, did in fact change me for the better, but that doesn’t make my experience any less painful, or any easier to talk about using conventional break up vocabulary. The bare bones of it is that my ex went from overwhelming affection for me to an extended silent treatment almost overnight, with very little apparent provocation, and I’m still assessing the psychological damage from that transition.

If one were in a romantic comedy or teen drama, the immediate aftermath of such an event might be going out on the town and ‘forgetting all about him’; I found such gestures well-intentioned but superficial, and I think pop culture sometimes undersells the loss of personhood involved in a break up. Such a large portion of my identity and emotions had been wrapped up with my ex that I had to completely start over in nearly every aspect of my life, a process that didn’t really happen in earnest until after I left school and its stifling environs. The flip side of this is that I don’t think my ex ever really saw me as a person with an identity outside of our relationship, and I unwittingly internalised that belief.

There’s a moment that stands out to me from when my ex and I met up, a year after we broke up, in an ill-advised attempt at closure: he told me about how my neediness and our mutual co-dependency during our relationship had damaged his relationship with his family, and I almost felt compelled to ask, “well, what about my family?” I don’t think he’d ever considered how his abrupt coldness towards me would affect my family, my friends, my performance in school, or any other non-romantic aspect of my life, because I only existed insofar as I was romantically and sexually available to him.

Beyond the fact of my post-break up identity crisis being so severe that no pop culture remedy could help, there’s also a sexualised and deeply misogynistic angle to this. I’ll never forget being told that our relationship consisted solely of my ex “thinking with his d*ck”, or a family member informing him that he should be dating a mutual friend of ours, who was dressed more modestly than me. My (perceived) sexual proclivity was made out to be the source of the issues in our relationship – this isn’t unusual, and I’m not the first one to bring the Madonna-Whore complex into discussions of heterosexual romance – but the standard slut-shaming mindset behind this began with my ex not having a sense of my personhood beyond my sexual availability. For all he was concerned, I was someone to have sex with, and someone who posed a threat through her sexuality, and once we had broken up and those roles were no longer relevant, I simply did not exist in his worldview. There’s a unique insecurity that comes from viewing your sexuality and your personal identity as one and the same, and it compelled me to objectify myself unnecessarily in my later sexual relationships, leading me to some coercive and unhealthy situations; so much of the ‘going out on the town’ narrative revolves around reclaiming your sexuality, but fails to account for how the trauma of losing someone can have ramifications for your sense of sexual identity. For me, valuing myself as an individual independently of my ex while celebrating my sexuality is still, three years later, a balance I find hard to strike.

I didn’t exist wholly as a person within my ex’s mind, and whenever I made an attempt to sort things out between us after we broke up, it felt like I was viewed as some kind of material annoyance he had to get rid of, rather than someone genuinely wanting to improve the situation for us both. I’m not claiming that my conduct was perfect in that relationship, nor that it isn’t ever healthy to spend some time blocked on social media after a breakup; however, there is a point in time at which extended use of the silent treatment becomes emotional abuse. On the rare occasions when my ex did deign to speak to me about our unfinished business, I always felt like I was one misstep, one word that he could twist, away from never being able to speak with him ever again, and thus I didn’t give free rein to my emotions, especially anger.

The cultural narrative, especially for women, is overwhelmingly that we should be ‘the bigger person’ after break ups, and work on constructing our identities independently of the past, and it’s good advice for the most part. However, if we’re always trying to be the conciliatory ones, the peacemakers, then there’s never any room for us to express how we actually feel, especially if those emotions are ones that easily fall into the ‘crazy ex-girlfriend’ trope. In my case, I spent so much time trying to reach a place where I could interact politely with my ex in public without wanting to don a disguise and exit through the back door, that I never really got true closure, as I never confronted him with the reality of how his actions had affected me – that would have been perceived as ‘too angry’, and would have made the situation worse. The conventional, linear narrative of getting over a break up allows very little room for holding one’s ex to account – the important element is that you’re ‘over it’, and no longer hold any hard feelings.

The feeling of being inches away from a landmine has persisted long after I made peace with the break up itself. Even though as a writer I operate with respect to journalistic ethics and multiple people will have approved this draft before it is published, there is still a cerebral nervousness within me about how I might be perceived as a woman condemning a man’s conduct in a romantic relationship. One of my earliest memories of social media involves the release of Taylor Swift’s Red, when I’d just turned twelve. All of a sudden, as a nascent Swiftie I was exposed to endless discussions of which male celebrities these exquisite songs of love and loss I loved so much were about, whether Swift was manipulatively portraying herself as a victim of their behaviour, and whether she should have released the songs at all, with little to no focus on the music itself. I’m aware that my ex and I are not A-list celebrities and I will never be subjected to anything like the same level of scrutiny as Taylor Swift, but that early experience has still made me viscerally aware that there is a ‘right’ way for women to talk about male behaviour. If we express in our art or writing our negative emotions towards an ex, we’re being too ‘aggressive’ or trying to embarrass him; if we try to analyse and make sense of our experiences, we’re ‘living in the past’ or secretly want to get back together. Going through heartbreak is something noble, but only if the heartbroken person behaves like the perfect victim afterwards, never too forgiving of her ex nor too hostile.

I resent the fact that pop culture tells us that getting over a break up is akin to self-improvement. In the words of one of my favourite musicals, The Last Five Years, “maybe there’s somewhere a lesson to learn / but that doesn’t change the fact”. My experiences have undoubtedly been instructive in how to navigate relationships as a woman, as a writer, and as a human being, but that doesn’t reduce the deep trauma of the break up, or of the emotional isolation I experienced afterwards. It didn’t help that there seemed to be no narrative I could point to in film, television or music, which depicted someone going through such an acute loss of identity, or who had developed such fear of speaking up about their experiences. Next time you meet someone going through a break up, think beyond the narratives of ‘getting over it’ being an uncomplicated and linear process, and remember that there may be ramifications beyond what you see represented in pop culture.

Artwork credit: Ben Beechener.

The World According to Rusty… Week 5

This mildly comedic column has been written by a drag queen agony aunt. It is not for the faint hearted and contains sensitive topics which may cause distress to some readers. Be prepared for themes of dirty douche water, laxative abuse, possessed pendants, and my mother.


Hate men? Losing the will to live? Waiting for the inevitable shortage of SSRIs due to global supply chain issues so that you can finally kill yourself in peace? Good old Aunt Rusty is here to help! (She cooks up prescription drugs on the side).

Rusty Kate is Oxford’s premier cum-filled crossdresser, known for turning looks, tricks, and straight men seven nights a week. She’s decided to take a short break out of her busy schedule as vice-scat consultant at the Oxford Counselling Service to act as Cherwell’s Dragony Aunt, and help sort out your pathetic little lives one horrendously uncensored column at a time.

Remember to submit your questions through linktr.ee/rustykatedrag – you’re guaranteed complete anonymity. Unless you cheered for Miss Take during the last Drag & Disorderly show. I know where you live. Right, onto the issues that the SU are currently writing some very important petitions to the university about…


My boyfriend refuses to shave his hole and douche regularly. I know I’m not the best in bed, but I keep fairly trim and proper. Can you help out? Should I break up with him?


If you turn him inside out, the hair won’t be an issue. Hiding laxatives in his food will solve the douching problem, but we’ll have to get more creative for the hair.

Light a few candles, then get down to business – cover your hand in Nair like it’s talcum powder and wear him like a surgical glove. There’s no need to break up with him; he’ll be as hairless as Matt Lucas’s shaft. Or as hairless as Jada Pinkett Smith. Don’t worry, I don’t mind a slap in bed.


My flatmate keeps borrowing my jewellery without asking, and it’s starting to really peeve me off. I’ve spoken to her about it politely, but she always laughs it off like I’m joking. How should I address this?


We’re gonna need a bit of creative sleight of hand. The first thing you’ll need is a flight to rural Botswana. There you will speak to His Highness, the Most Sacred of Truth Sayers, Lord Balthazar (or as I like to call him, mother). He’s an old friend and sensual lover of mine, and shall deliver an amulet to you – trust me, it’ll match any outfit.

Fly back, leave it laying around the flat, then just wait until she tries it on and delivers her soul to the depths of hell, trapped for all of eternity in an ancient blood curse. There she shall experience the pain of a thousand orphans crawling through a woodchipper. She’ll wake up with the brain of your vegetative grandfather after spending 15 minutes sticking his head in the large hadron collider.

Party to privilege, and privileged to party: College balls and socioeconomic exclusion

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Today, while the ‘traditional’ barriers to Oxford that state school students face are slowly being eroded, even once here, many financial obstacles remain firmly in place to separate students into the haves and have nots. The phenomenon of college balls is perhaps one of the best illustrations of this division.

Last weekend, as I walked along Cornmarket in the late evening, in the sky above me were brilliant cascades of fireworks; live music filled the warm air, and I could imagine, from the laughter that filtered over the rooftops, that drinks were flowing freely.  A quick check of social media showed me what I had expected – many college balls were in full swing. There were Ferris wheels. Acrobatic dancers. Ball gowns. Tailored suits. Live music. Open bars. And then I pulled up my news app and saw the latest updates on the unfolding cost of living crisis engulfing the country. I began to realise the hypocrisy of the university I am a member of. Its reputation of excellence and its infamous ‘experience’ exist in nothing but name for its most vulnerable students, and exclude those who cannot afford the associated costs. 

My college, Regent’s Park, has the cheapest ball in Oxford, but even that’s still £50. Many of my peers from other colleges tell me of prices well into the £200 and £300s, if not more. This is in addition to the consideration of an often expensive outfit. Even something as rightly controversial as trashing could be said to be far more financially accessible, and therefore even something which generates a sense of equality, when compared to the extravagance of college balls. The disarray of university policy with regards to socio-economically exclusive activities is very real. The social exclusion of those students who, understandably, can’t afford these price tags will only exacerbate the imposter syndrome faced at this university. As will the enjoyment of students who decided to endure the burden of cost: those who didn’t bat an eyelid at the price tag will enjoy a carefree experience, but those who spent maybe two entire weekly budgets on it will carry the nagging thought of the exorbitant cost throughout the night. Some colleges even force students off their premises and out of their accommodation for the duration of the ball, sometimes into the early hours of the morning. They show no regard for their students’ wellbeing or consideration for what they will do if they cannot afford to attend their college ball. 

I concede that there are many people who do enjoy college balls, from many demographics,  and this is not to say that they are undertaking a morally wrong endeavour. Instead, I would pose to them the idea that if the revelry of college balls was toned down, this would do away with the need to subsidise expensive tickets and allow the resources used for this to be redirected towards arguably better causes, such as charitable endeavours or initiatives which benefit the whole student community in a longer-term way. Perhaps more student support services could be funded, better day-to-day meals provided, or even lower cost housing or vacation residence. Surely this would be a better use of resources, even if some of the opulence of the ball had to be stripped back? A dinner in Pembroke Hall, for example,  costs £6.67 and has to be purchased six days a week when living in college on-site – subsidising this would solve a more immediate and constant issue.

Yet the persistent and explicit drive towards ever increasing grandeur is a problem emblematic of the ills facing the University of Oxford and its community today, alongside the upper socio-economic echelons of society more generally. Students do not need a ball to engage socially with their community – most balls are held on college grounds which are free to access normally. But do you need a ball to get impressive photos for Instagram? Much of the evidence I see online attests to this. Oxford students share a unique approach to social media. It seems that academic competitiveness manifests itself in a rivalry to have the ‘best’ time, and most importantly prove to other students that this is definitely the case. The need for validation from social media is a trap that far too many Oxford students have fallen into. So, are they really just focusing on enjoyment? 

Balls are a manifestation of the hierarchical independent school culture that persists in Oxford. It is unfortunate that many haven’t realised the joy of a less elitist social activity. “It’s never worth the money to go to a big college ball – you pay for the novelty of the thing,” one student remarked to me. There are many other ways to have a fun, sociable evening, if you can bear to forgo the novelty: a picnic at Port Meadow or University Parks, perhaps. And Formal Hall thankfully offers a relatively affordable means of enjoying occasions centred on historic tradition at Oxford. So what is the need for college balls – after all, aren’t they just a glorified bop? I sympathise with the heavy workload Oxford burdens students with, and the conflicting social schedules that are hard to coordinate; it can be a welcome reprieve to have an event organised and know that you will be among friends – if you can afford to throw money at the problem. 

Students arriving from private schools have on average been the recipient of three times the educational resources than their state school counterparts. They also can be the beneficiary of scholarships reserved for former students of certain private schools. A study found that in Oxford preliminary exams, ex-private school students achieve proportionately better results.  Ex-state school students, like myself, who have had to work hard to reach the level of our privately educated peers may not be able to contemplate spending an entire afternoon and evening at a ball. State school students also have to contend with private school alumni’s domination of the University’s sports and music clubs and their associated socials. It could be said then that social interaction at Oxford is itself a source of inequality. Is it a coincidence that those private school students that often are more likely to have the financial luxury of going to these grand social affairs are (marginally) outdone in final exams by ex-state school students, despite the uneven playing field?

Things don’t have to be this way. There are many alternatives to the dichotomy of having an expensive, extravagant ball, or not having or going to a ball at all. For example, Wadham has a ‘Ball for All’ scheme which allows students who would struggle with the cost to purchase reduced price tickets, though these are still £50, so not exactly ‘for all’. I do believe that potential future schemes, inspired by Wadham’s but which go much further, and combined with other cost-friendly initiatives can lead to a much fairer and healthier ball season in Oxford. On Facebook I have already seen groups set up dedicated to borrowing and sharing ball outfits, which eliminate much of the additional costs that a ball ticket generally entails. Still, maybe even the concept of a garden party, or something informal but with an aurora of occasion, could be a better solution.

College balls in all their grandiose extravagance are outdated. I have decided not to attend my college ball, despite its relative affordability, and despite the social exclusion that arises from that decision. Instead, I will be donating what I can to a charity close to my heart: Rainbow Migration, who help vulnerable LGBTQ+ individuals migrate to safe countries. I am privileged to be able to consider redirecting the cost into a donation, but my point still stands. And so does the principle. I have no desire to be party to an archaic tradition that entrenches the internal division that is so readily persistent in Oxford. Time for change can always be and is always now. 

Image credit: Queens ball / CC BY-SA 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons

In between practicality and principle: a partial observer’s advice for the French left

Between “la peste et le cholera” there are no good options. This was the pithy slogan brandished by a protester who felt that the choice between the two candidates in the second tour of the French presidential election was no better than having to choose whether to have the plague or cholera. Forced to decide between two equal evils, in this protestor’s perspective, is really no choice at all. This reflects the prevailing sentiment of the French people toward the second tour – in which the two candidates from the first round with greatest share of the popular vote go through to the final round – of their country’s presidential election. Even those who reluctantly voted Macron in order to faire barrage (blockade) against the far right did so with a heavy heart. In short, the second round became a vote of necessity.

This was certainly the case on the left – the two final candidates in the ring represented the centre-right (despite Macron’s attempt at creating some strange depoliticised ‘neither right nor left’ version of politics) and the far right. But in the first round, left-wing candidate Jean-Luc Mélenchon came third by a hair’s breadth: he had polled at 22%, placing him somewhere between 0.8 and 1.2% behind far-right candidate Marine le Pen, at 23%. His narrow failure to qualify as one of the two most successful candidates, which would have put him through to the second round, is symptomatic of the stagnation of French politics which has been growing over the past five years. Inevitably, the second round of the presidential election  overlooked the issues which tend to concern the left: there was a telling silence around issues of the environment, improving public service, workers’ rights, and France’s abhorrent pattern of femicides.

Why, though, did Mélenchon fail to make the final cut? Not, in fact, because of the strength of the right, or even the centre, but because of disunity among the left. This is the fault both of candidates who failed to withdraw and of the electorate who failed to put aside ultimately minor differences (especially compared to the ideological gulf that separates any of these candidates from Macron, let alone the openly Islamophobic Le Pen). Six candidates stood on the left in the first round, amassing approximately a third of the total vote. Mélenchon was the heavy favourite – the other candidates swept up around 10% of the electoral crumbs. Crumbs though they may be, their agglomeration could have put the left through to the second round, and with some comfortable breathing room. Consider for a moment this entirely fictional scenario: if the entire left-wing electorate had voted for Mélenchon, or if all of  the other left-wing candidates had dropped out, Mélenchon would have amassed a greater slice of the electoral pie than the incumbent Macron himself. Instead, Ecologist Yannick Jadot polled at 4.4%; anticapitalist Philippe Poutou at 0.8%; Workers’ struggle candidate Nathalie Arthaud at 0.6%; Communist Fabien Roussel at 2.4%, and Socialist Mayor of Paris Anne Hidalgo at 1.9%.

This is not to say there are no differences among the candidates (there are), nor that Mélenchon is faultless. Indeed, I am rather resistant to  several aspects of his foreign policy – something Jadot has railed against, particularly with regard to Mélenchon’s ‘non-aligned’ geopolitical position given the divisions cutting at the heart of the world order (I refer specifically to Russia’s horrific war on Ukraine). But the point of this article is not to examine the specific policies of each candidate – in any event, the time to do that has come and gone. Mélenchon’s programme was complete, extensive, had been cross-checked by NGOs – specifically climate NGOs – and declared feasible. He was the only left-wing candidate who was polling at anywhere higher than 15%, and, as I keep insisting (sorry), the differences among the left are minuscule in comparison to those between left and right. And I do believe that everyone on the left was severely disappointed with the options they were presented with during the second round. Had they read the polls, they would have known that voting for other candidates on the left would actively harm the chances of seeing any left-wing candidate making it through to the second round. This, in turn would make it far more likely that centrist/centre-right Macron (who was always going to make it through) would face up against an openly racist, homophobic, climate crisis-denying candidate, thus making the famous ‘presidential debate’ a chance for him to combat these inflammatory ideas with cool reason, rather than facing any serious challenges to his policies. I would venture to say Macron’s wager was precisely this: having refused to participate in the first round of debate, he knew he would not face a serious and face-on political challenge from the left, and counted instead on showing himself as the voice of reason against Le Pen’s divisive, choleric, and indeed unfeasible, ideas.

As for the electorate: in an election, there are two key axes you have to consider: principle and action-potential (which might also be labelled ideological and pragmatic respectively). Anyone who is actively engaged in politics surely believes they are out to improve people’s lives (I have a very, very hard time believing this about the far-right, but I suppose they would say they are trying to make a ‘safer’ world by removing ‘enemies’ from the apocalyptic universe they whip up in some virtual reality lab – in which one risks being beaten up (probably by an immigrant) the second one leaves  home). Let’s, then, use the left as an example. All the candidates ran on a basis of wanting to increase social equality, and reduce environmental catastrophe – they each presented slightly different ways of achieving these aims, but these issues were their meat and potatoes, so to speak. So if you are voting on the left – a core principle of which is solidarity – a desire to improve the lives of those most marginalised members of society. That could be because you are part of this demographic, or because you are ideologically inclined that way.

By way of analogy, permit me a small digression. Imagine I am tasked with designing a car to drive along a desert road from point A to point B as fast as possible. To be successful, the car must a) be fast and b) be able to drive well in a desert. A fast car that doesn’t drive well in a desert will be useless, and a car that drives well in a desert but isn’t fast won’t be much good either. My point is that you have to try and translate your aim into something that achieves what you wish to see implemented within the system you are given. You should of course be making constant effort to change the system – if a desert is not a good environment for a car (it isn’t), then you should be trying, between races, to pave the road. But the time to complain about not having a paved road, and thus refusing to design a desert-appropriate car, is not two minutes before the race. Similarly, the time to complain about Mélenchon being insufficiently revolutionary, as some bemoaned, and thus voting for a candidate who will poll 0.6%, knowing that this effectively amounts to lending your vote to something you abhor (the far right) is, to me, utterly illogical.

I am not an apologist for a purely pragmatic approach to politics. But when faced with unity or annihilation, it is time to put aside minor differences, and think about ultimate aims – if not for ourselves, then for those who will suffer under the opponent’s policies. I am certain that everyone on the left would rather have seen Mélenchon face Macron – even if the former hadn’t won – if only to have two weeks debating issues that have been sidelined by the incumbent’s administration, and metaphorically spat upon by his opponent. 

Going forward, the left in particular needs to think about how it can most effectively see policies implemented that align with its overall vision. For there is, I would hold, an overall vision, but, like an impressionist painting, the whole can be perceived only from afar, rather than within an increasingly fragmenting swirl of similarly coloured mush. Perhaps this ‘afar’ is where we are now – where the far right has amassed an unprecedented 41% of the vote in the second round and the right is once again in power for five years. Hopefully, this dire state of affairs will allow the left to see the common ground they share, now that they’re being confronted with something which they find so alienating. It does seem things are moving in this direction, with a growing left-wing coalition presenting itself for the legislatives in June. We will see how the ballots are cast.

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Faces of Oxford: an afternoon with DJ Cuppy

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DJ Cuppy is a busy woman. “I flew back in from Monaco yesterday” she tells me as we prepare for a photoshoot in her lush North Oxford house. Later that evening, she’s DJing at an Oxford Ball. “And tomorrow, I’m back in London for my show on 1Xtra”. It seems surprising that she finds time for anything else, but along with music she runs the Cuppy Foundation, a charity which last year fed 70,000 Nigerian children a day. On her days off, she rubs shoulders with celebrities like Anthony Joshua, flying across the world on lavish holidays. She says that Jack Dorsey, Twitter’s founder, called her the most influential black woman on the platform.  She also happens to be a graduate student, here in Oxford.

Florence “Cuppy” Otedola, 29, is the daughter of Nigerian oil tycoon Femi Otedola. Born in Lagos, she moved to London at age 13 and is currently undertaking her third degree, following a BA in Economics at King’s College, London, and a Masters in Music at New York University with a MSc in African Studies at Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford.

When I meet her, she’s impossibly charming and – decked out in her trademark all-pink – impossible to miss. At any given question, she launches into a beginning/middle/end monologue so effortless it seems rehearsed, and she pretty much directs her own photoshoot, pointing out the spots with the best lighting and moving at two-poses-a-second (much to our relief, as inexperienced students).

While education has clearly been a big part of Cuppy’s life, it may seem initially at odds with her lavish celebrity lifestyle. However, she makes no effort to hide her student status – recent Instagram posts have seen study sessions interspersed with videos of club appearances and interviews (with, of course, the caveat that the studying was done in her family’s home in Monaco). She told me that sometimes she felt she was living “between two lives”; Cuppy the student and Cuppy the DJ, even doing research and working on essays backstage at shows.

Here, in Oxford, it is Cuppy the student that clearly shines through. She tells me about her thesis, on mobilisation strategies for women in Nigerian politics, and her other academic interests. In fact, she explains that one of the reasons she came to this degree in Oxford was because it involved field research – something she hadn’t done before. 

In every way, Oxford life seems like an escape for her. Her home in Oxford – while undoubtedly an upgrade on standard student digs –  is a far cry from her life in London, a home filled with pink and award cabinets, not to mention an entire recording studio. “Oxford allows me to be a little bit more present. And, you know, yeah, I think it’s really nice that sometimes, what is expected of me as an Oxford student is to just learn, rather than what’s expected of Cuppy which is to perform and deliver.”

DJ Cuppy at the LMH ball – Image credit: Riya Kataria

That being said, with nine million Instagram followers – whom she calls her “Cupcakes” – alongside a host of high-profile roles such as Pepsi’s “DJ Ambassador”, her fame is hard to escape. On Radio 1Xtra, she finds herself “every weekend talking to millions of people, then I’m on stage of festivals, DJing with thousands of people.” With the weight of such an enormous following, does she find it hard to reconcile her public persona with her private one? “What I really struggle with is informal settings” she says. “That mental state of pressure and performance sometimes isn’t needed. And I find it hard to turn it off”.

However, her biggest impact is not in Oxford; in 2017, she founded the Cuppy Foundation. The charity started with her personally sponsoring seven young fans. Then, she excitedly recounts that “we started getting hundreds of applicants…I couldn’t just keep sending people money from my account”. Eventually, the Foundation became more structured and began fundraising from outside, joining with Save the Children to take advantage of their infrastructure.

One major event was the Cuppy Gold Gala, a fundraising event held at the Hilton in Abuja and attended by many of Nigeria’s upper crust, including her billionaire father Femi, vice-president Yemi Osinbajo, and Aliko Dangote, Africa’s richest person. “I kid you not, by chance,” she says, “I happened to raise 14 million pounds.”

Eventually, she partnered with Save the Children, as well as the United Nations, to deliver programs such as malnutrition awareness, breastfeeding sensitivity training for religious leaders, and COVID PPE to disadvantaged communities in Nigeria. The Foundation’s website describes her as “a beacon, a light for those in darkness, a home for those without shelter, a shield for the defenseless.” 

So what’s next for Cuppy? She hasn’t released any music since 2021. While she took a break from DJing over Hillary, she’s still found the balance difficult: ”even just coming in this afternoon, I’ve got to rush back for a gig, then I’ve got to come back tomorrow, then I’ve got to rush back to the BBC…I’m 30 this year, right. So I maybe don’t have that zest that I used to.”

While she has a massive interest in education, she’s not sure that she’ll immediately carry on as a student. She’s been offered a fellowship at a prestigious US university, and Cambridge are using her foundation as a case study for their philanthropic centre. She says she’ll find it very hard to step out of academia, but “you know, Isaac, I need a break. This is my third degree, my second master’s, and I need a break. I’m empowered but exhausted.

Image credit: Daniel Stick

No-confidence motion in SU Vice President passes first reading

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A motion of no confidence in the Student Union’s Welfare and Equal Opportunities Officer has passed its first reading at the Student Council, with 25 votes in favour out of 36. If the motion passes its second reading in Seventh Week, a referendum of students would be called Ninth Week.

The motion argues that Keisha Asare caused “substantial disruption” in the Keble College community and acted “inappropriately” for one representing students at a university level. This comes after a series of essay-writing workshops Asare pledged in her manifesto to set up either did not go ahead, or were disrupted by her failure to send and respond to key emails.

Keble JCR voted to bring a motion of no confidence against Asare with 45 votes in favour, 5 abstentions, and no votes against. The President of Keble JCR, Thomas Morris, stressed to Cherwell that the motion was not intended to be a judgement on Asare specifically, but to make a broader point about expected conduct from Sabbatical Officers towards students. “We want to acknowledge with this motion the importance of the trust we put into Sabbatical Officers to support JCRs and represent them at a University level,” he added.

At the start of Michaelmas Term, Keble JCR accepted Asare’s pitch to trial a series of essay workshops intended to provide students with guidance about the standard of essays expected at Oxford. Four workshops were planned: two for students studying under the Humanities Division, one for medical students, and one for courses under the Medical, Physical, and Life Sciences (MLPS) Division. While Keble JCR booked the rooms and advertised the workshops, Asare was responsible for finding and preparing tutors for the workshops.

The motion says that Asare failed to share crucial information with tutors and the JCR, which disrupted the workshops. One of the humanities workshops was also nearly cancelled, as Asare did not send the necessary information to the required tutor. Asare did not tell the JCR that the tutor arranged to run the MLPS was unavailable, leading to the event not taking place at short notice. The tutor holding the medicine workshop dropped out and the motion says Asare did not send their replacement the slideshow needed to run the session.

Speaking at the Student Council meeting, Asare said that a personal emergency meant that she was taking time off work during this period. Because she had taken emergency leave, she said no arrangements had been made for someone to step in to work on her behalf. 

Asare said that if students voted in favour of a motion of no confidence against her, she would be unable to complete a handover to her successor at the end of her tenure as she would no longer be employed by the SU. She also said that since the intention of the motion was to improve relationships between JCRs and Sabbatical Officers, there were other ways to achieve this than a vote of no confidence in her.

Keisha Asare has been approached for comment.

Love Island goes sustainable?

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The beloved (well, depends who’s asking) show Love Island has announced that, when it returns for its eighth UK season, it will partner with eBay to clothe its contestants. This is quite a change from the previous partner ISawItFirst – a quintessential fast fashion brand where dresses start from under a fiver – and an extremely interesting one coming from a show that is, let’s face it, more or less the spiritual home of fast fashion. With contestants almost never repeating outfits despite the multiple daily costume changes required by island life and one of the most famous ex-Islanders, Molly-Mae, having been appointed ‘Creative Director’ for fast fashion juggernaut PrettyLittleThing, not to mention assorted other former contestants regularly partnering with fast fashion brands on a smaller scale, it’s not a show that has history with slower fashion. It could be a sign of the times – the show’s target demographic, is, after all, the generation who made charity shops fashionable – although I would like to remind you that outside the Oxford fashion bubble, thriftingg is still somewhat outré, with a lot of people still turning to PLT &co. for their shopping needs. It could also be a bit of a PR stunt – as a show, Love Island isn’t exactly known for setting a good example for just about anything, so the sudden decision to eschew fast fashion seems rather out of character – albeit one which, interestingly, received far less attention both online and in the think-piece-y news than you might expect, given what a hot topic our shopping habits continue to be. The eBay partnership could be an attempt to clean up their image as a byword for single-use fashion, a reputation which wasn’t helped by the constant criticism surrounding Molly-Mae’s work for PrettyLittleThing – a brand which has repeatedly attracted controversy for its low-cost, low-quality clothing and even worse working conditions. 

Whatever the motivation, however, the end result is the same – eBay will become as over-populated as Depop and we shall all have to seek refuge at Vinted. Just kidding. Although there is truth in the idea that this deal could help popularise shopping second hand amongst those who (amenable to influencers) have previously been fast fashion loyalists, it seems unlikely that the show will make a big song and dance about sustainability, as it’s not really in keeping with their vibe. This means that we might see a bigger increase in more sustainable shopping as a simple trend, rather than being motivated by ecological concerns. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing – anything which helps wean people off the fast fashion mentality is obviously good – but it does present an interesting dynamic.

I, for one, will be interested to see where they go with the styling. One thing about having a single brand as your sponsor is that it gives the cast a relatively cohesive look – something that would be a lot harder to pull off from a trawl through eBay’s depths. If the contestants are allowed to wholly style their own outfits on the show, would it be from a big wardrobe stuffed with random finds ? Would they organise them by colour, decade, or style ? The potential for a ‘dressed in the dark’ moment looms large, especially given the current taste for maximalist fashion – a look which, though effective if well thought through, can sadly often end up looking as though you’ve lost a fight with a washing line. But – think positive! – it could also be an excellent chance to crack the homogeneity of the Love Island look – and, much appreciated by a material girl like myself, an opportunity to break the show’s long-running relationship with the flimsy polycottons so beloved of fast fashion retailers – boosting the positive environmental impact even further. Another potential issue is of the look itself – a lot of people use eBay to buy bits and bobs which are hard to find in traditional shops, but the Love Island aesthetic has previously been super of the era and interesting when you think that eBay (though a good refuge from getting absolutely reamed on Depop) isn’t necessarily known as a fashion marketplace. Of course, this whole shebang utterly fails to address the elephant in the room: the way Love Island functions as a twenty-four-hour-catwalk, with contestants refusing to wear even the same pyjamas for more than a few days. Arguably, if they wanted to advocate a truly healthy example of fashion they’d give the contestants some sort of capsule wardrobe and have them make do with that. But part of the show’s appeal is the constantly changing outfits – with the run being the best part of two months, the contestants would probably start to look a little like cartoon characters if confined to a finite wardrobe – and it’s clear that the visual stimulation of seeing conventionally attractive people in shiny new clothes is a not inconsiderable part of the entertainment function of the show.

 But at the end of the day, anything that turns people away from fast fashion is a good thing overall, and if Love Island is what it takes – who am I to question it?

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