Thursday 17th July 2025
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Jesus is Risen: Cuppers final glory for JCFC

Jesus’ strike-force broke Balliol hearts last night, putting six past the Broad Street college’s defence to secure the Men’s Cuppers title 6-2. Coming into the game clear underdogs, Balliol had hoped they could nick a result by taking advantage of their star players Caleb Mbanaso and Josh Goldstein, but Jesus’ polished attack of Sam Lewis and Alfie Cicale proved too much. 

Cherwell sent two reporters to Iffley Road, one from each college. This may serve to explain this match report’s bipolar jumps between jubilance and despair. An example follows:

An ambulance speeding down Iffley Road was a premonition of things to come, no doubt ready to administer treatment to Balliol’s grievously injured hopes of victory.. (@oxford_affirmations: I will produce a fair and unbiased match report). 

The biggest day in Jesus’ recent history loomed as they looked to clinch a first Cuppers title since doing the double in 1997/98; for Balliol, the match represented an opportunity to win the *second oldest trophy in football* twice in 10 years following their 2014 victory.

There was a feeling of occasion around Iffley Road Sports Ground, with both teams arriving in suits, and a max-capacity attendance of 500 creating a febrile atmosphere. Support for both teams was strong, with chants echoing around OX4 before the game had even kicked off. Jesus’ principal Sir Nigel Shadbolt was in attendance, a sure sign of the strong support for the team within the college. Jesus supporters packed the stands, turning their half green in scenes reminiscent of the Wizard of Oz’s Emerald City. The Balliol crowd were joined by supporters from other colleges, no doubt drawn to support the team in response to Jesus’ incredibly irksome but effective social media antics. 

Before kickoff, a minute’s silence was observed for the victims of conflict in Ukraine, a poignant reminder that despite the hype, some things will always be more important than football.

From the moment the whistle blew, however, the gulf in quality between the teams was clear; Balliol struggled to get the ball out of their half, with the cutting edge of Jesus’ attack Alfie Cicale (known affectionately as ‘Alfie Blues’ among fans) proving a nuisance for Balliol’s right side. 

At 3’, Jesus hearts leapt into mouths as a collision saw Sam Lewis go down in the Balliol box. A hush descended upon a previously raucous crowd; fear and uncertainty made their dominion. And yet moments later the Jesus support roared him back to his feet. 

At 6’, a solid save from Joe Fisher denied Sam Lewis the opening goal. He would get another chance, however; only two minutes later, Alessandro proved to be Jesus’ Forte, driving through the middle of the park and slotting it through to Lewis for a first-touch finish to break the deadlock. Cue scenes of jubilation as the team dashed towards the stands to celebrate, players and fans becoming one. 

The next 15 minutes saw a brutal attack on Balliol’s defence. Cicale’s bursts of speed and quick changes of direction constantly caught defenders unawares, with an audacious rabona cross only just missing the head of another attacker. At 21’, Cicale ran onto a sumptuous ball from midfield titan Jack Perry, and, in a sight that was to become as certain as death and taxes, bombed down the left wing, cut inside with two defenders on him, slotting home and doubling Jesus’ lead. 

Things worsened considerably for Balliol seven minutes later, when a free kick at the edge of the box was sliced under the wall by Cicale, beating the keeper. Our Balliol reporter’s tear-stained match notes only read: ‘number 10 is so good. 3-0.’

Little did he know that the night would only get bleaker. At 41’, Balliol’s right back proved unable to block a searching shot from Lewis, leaving the score 4-0 as the teams headed back to the locker room.

Despite a rough first half, Balliol’s supporters did the team proud, with Xander Angelini-Hurll, the club’s social secretary, even being reprimanded for being too loud by the linesman (who bore a more-than-passing resemblance to Harry Potter villain Voldemort). The game, it appeared, was well and truly gone.

Jesus Principal Sir Nigel Shadbolt, whose sage transfer policy must be credited for the dominant lead at half time, was notably impressed by both team and individual performances. He was gracious as ever regarding hopes of a Baliol comeback. “Never say never,” quoth he. 

Shadbolt’s words proved surprisingly prophetic, and as the teams came out for the second half, Balliol supporters maintained hope for a comeback. Their trust was repaid when Jordan Jennings (a member of the legendary 2014 Cuppers-winning squad) slotted home a free kick to bring it to 4-1.

Noah Britten’s half time team talk must have been something strong – Balliol seemed reinvigorated, defending well and playing some dangerous balls into the Jesus box, creating a nervy period for the leaders.

Balliol faces lit up, hearts raced, the unthinkable was thought: was a comeback on? Could the team replicate their gritty performance against Teddy Hall, which saw them recover from being down twice? Could humanity transcend its original sin, and bring a new Kingdom of Heaven on Earth?

No. Like so many tears in rain, this hope was transient, put to rest by Jesus fresher Gonzalo ‘Twosie’ Castellanos to restore Jesus’ 4-goal cushion and make it 5-1.

With 10 minutes left on the clock, Shaffer once more put the ‘sub’ in ‘Jesubite’ with four changes. These made an instant impact, as Feltham returned to finish a move he had started when he pounced on a blocked Cicale shot to hammer home a sixth.

Deep into stoppage time, Flavius Vlasiu conceded a penalty which Josh Goldstein neatly dispatched with the last touch of the game for a final score of 6-2. Jesus supporters’ cries of joy were audible within every square inch of the ring road. A futile pitch invasion by an intrepid trio of Jesus freshers provided the footnote to an evening that was indelibly, gloriously, Jesus’s.

‘Alfie Blues’ played out of his skin in a MOTM performance, narrowly beating a strong contender in Hanley’s green suit, which proved to be a firm fan favourite. In further touchline fashion news, Oli ‘Sniff’ Smith gesticulating and shouting in all black meant one of two things, equally plausible: either emulating managerial idol Mauricio Pochettino; or following the dress code for Balliol’s funeral.

Balliol will look to return stronger and hungrier, chasing promotion in the JCR second division, where they are currently 2nd. The defeat didn’t dampen their spirits, with a lively social in the College’s famous Lindsay Bar closing out a bittersweet, but altogether successful Cuppers run. For Jesus, the #shafferout brigade will have been temporarily placated; the team can revel in their status as champions of Oxford and will look to continue this rich vein of form in retaining the trophy next season. #bleedgreen or #bleedredandblue (depending on the reader’s affiliation). 

Image: Jude Gordon

A critique of the critique ‘industry plant’

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It’s a well-known fact that the rags-to-riches glossy tale Hollywood loves telling over and over again and those sold in the music industry are no different. They both feature a protagonist to idolise and a struggle to empathise with, all told through a rose-coloured lens. Every generic talent show never fails to draw out the budding talent’s emotional journey with the traditional cut to sombre music as they introduce the humanising sob story, often depicting situations that were likely to hold the artist back from stardom. If this story, the ‘could have almost never been’, is what everyone wants, would it be such a big deal if we made it up?

The term ‘industry plant’ and the ways in which it is used are controversial topics among music fans. At face value, an ‘industry plant’  appears to be an artist who pretends to be independent but is actually industry-backed, and lies about their origins, because the ‘self-made’ narrative is more attractive to consumers of music. However, in recent years the term has been applied much more liberally. So what really is an industry plant?

The first time I heard the term ‘industry plant’ I was blissfully minding my own business, glad to be out of the third lockdown, and then suddenly bombarded with articles and videos about a band called the Tramp Stamps and everything wrong with them. The female trio was quickly accused of being an industry plant by many on TikTok after releasing their song ‘I’d Rather Die’. It was the band’s movie-esque origin story – “three girls got drunk at a bar and wrote a song” – and the polished nature of their website and Instagram account, combined with the fact that they’d all been singers and songwriters in the industry before forming the group, that raised suspicions. Alongside the fact that the music… wasn’t that good. The accusations led to many digging deeper to find more ‘cancellable’ things about the band, such as several Tweets from lead singer Maino in which she uses an anti-Black slur and implies that she supported Trump.

I was intrigued by the term ‘industry plant’: what did it mean? Why was it being thrown at the three women? Why was it inherently a bad thing? However, after the allegations surrounding Maino, I quickly lost interest in the controversy around the band and didn’t hear the term again until a few months ago when I was introduced to Gayle’s song ‘abcdefu’ via Instagram’s sponsored ads. The song is a catchy pop tune, which, though written about a romantic ex, has a chorus that you could easily shout at anyone you’re upset with. I quickly fell into a YouTube spiral and soon found the interview she did on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. I was endeared by Gayle and her incredulity about her success when she said “I’ve pretended that I’ve been sitting on this couch for like years in my house and now I’m here!?”. We all have dreams, and I was happy that hers had come true. 

So this time, when my friend suggested to me that her quick rise to fame may actually have occurred because she is an industry plant, I felt betrayed, although I didn’t know why. I think it may have been because the idea of an industry plant connotes some sort of malice, implying that the artist particularly wanted to trick me into liking them when there’s actually nothing to like about them – as seemed to be the case with the Tramp Stamps – or that they’re covering up a lack of ‘real’ talent or authenticity. In reality, Gayle started singing at 7, released several self-produced singles, and was discovered by former American Idol judge Kara DioGuardi before signing to Atlantic Records. She has the backstory of almost every modern wannabe popstar. But it felt like the rule was her quick rise to fame and successful major-label debut single meant she wasn’t deserving of her success.

So what does it really mean to be an industry plant? Is it presenting yourself as an independent artist when you’re actually backed by a major label, like Chance the Rapper did? Or is it a term to label someone whose organic origin story (even if this includes being backed up by a label) isn’t quite representative of the reality?  Or is it actually just a term we’ve started using to describe the music of an artist we didn’t like in the first place – just another negative to stack against them, and maybe even something we can use to justify our dislike of them? It is worth noting that the majority of artists who seem to have this criticism levelled against them tend to be women; is this indicative of a misogynistic refusal to accept female success? 

Two current female artists who’ve been branded with the label include Olivia Rodrigo, previously a Disney Channel star from the hit show High School Musical The Musical: The Series, and Billie Eilish, the seven-time Grammy winner who blew up after her debut single ‘Ocean Eyes’. Both had debut singles which garnered unexpected levels of success, launching them into the spotlight. They both signed to labels and released a debut album and EP respectively to wide acclaim. And soon afterwards, both faced criticism. The biggest issue raised regarding both artists was the speed with which their songs gained traction, which led many to conclude that the only way they managed to get where they did was through an enormous amount of money from their labels and industry training connections. I would argue that both artists have been incredibly privileged with their access to the industry, but this doesn’t mean they qualify for the criticism of being ‘industry plants’. 

It’s true that Eilish’s debut hit ‘Ocean Eyes’ was written and produced by her brother Finneas, who is now also an acclaimed singer-songwriter and record producer. He gave it to his sister to sing when her dance teacher asked her to write a song for a choreography. Many have brought up the fact that Eilish was in dance classes from a young age, along with being born and homeschooled by actor-musician parents, to suggest that the singer was being trained for success from childhood. Whilst I agree this sort of familial support is something that is not available to everyone, it doesn’t seem fair to criticise Eilish for following a path she was encouraged onto. That would imply that everyone should be demanded to pursue alternative paths to their parents, which is ridiculous. The bigger problem is surely that these benefits are often reserved for children of those in the industry.

Meanwhile, Rodrigo’s debut song ‘drivers license’  broke Spotify’s record twice for most daily streams ever for a non-holiday song and debuted at number one on the Billboard Hot 100 within a week of its release. It may have seemed as though Rodrigo appeared out of the woodwork, but her success was aided by her role on Disney + and the opportunities she had to write and record songs for the soundtrack of High School Musical The Musical: The Series. Her ability to be in these rooms and make connections, no doubt, massively boosted her rise to fame.

Both Eilish and Rodrigo also benefitted from the changing landscape of mainstream music. Eilish’s track was released on Soundcloud and then slowly gained traction and a following for Eilish through that platform, while Rodrigo posted a snippet (now deleted) of her debut single to Instagram helping to develop interest in the song before it was released. The success of both artists’ debut singles, therefore, occurred in large part because of the speed at which songs can acquire a following in the technological age. Rodrigo was also already popular in existing fanbases such as Taylor Swift’s ‘Swifties’, and so benefitted from their support, as they shared the release of the song on social media. I, for one, was influenced to listen to the song after seeing a Swiftie fan account post about it. Similarly, Eilish and her brother Finneas saw their lives change as the streams on their song kept exponentially rising day after day, pushing them into the industry; on the back of her single’s success, Eilish was offered an abundance of record deals to choose from. Speed of transmission, both of music and support for a musician, is no longer a limiting factor as it might have been before. It doesn’t make sense to expect, and even demand, a slow and steady rise when things are made to move quickly and exponentially through the Internet. 

Nevertheless, even if these things are true, it is still the case that female artists see much less support than others. It’s telling that while many artists are blowing up much faster in the age of social media, young female artists like Rodrigo and Eilish are much more often singled out to have the validity of their success questioned. Only a few weeks ago Blur’s Damon Albarn made headlines with his comments questioning Taylor Swift’s authenticity, claiming that she is not a ‘real’ songwriter because she occasionally co-writes, and said he preferred “a really interesting songwriter” like “Billie Eilish and her brother”. Albarn pit the two female artists against each other and seemed to imply that Eilish’s songwriting was superior on account of the influence of her brother, rather than an industry professional.  I would argue that her brother is understood to be an industry professional, and it’s hypocritical to criticise Swift for co-writing songs on the sole basis that she isn’t related to her songwriting partners.

It seems, therefore, that the critique ‘industry plant’ has moved from being a specific term about a certain practice to becoming mixed up in the messy bigotry that pervades criticism in general. It has become a term that can be levelled at anyone who operates in the industry, regardless of their journey into it – and targets certain categories of people more often than others.

There are many different routes into the music industry. There are those who seem just to strike luck; they get spotted by the right person, get a deal, and are almost immediately successful. Others go through a sort of music industry factory. Bands formed in shows like The X Factor and American Pop Idol or through the Disney Channel often get noticed at young ages and almost ‘taught’ how to be a pop star. They’re given the tools, like A-list writers and producers, that mould them to become money-making machines for those who took a chance on them. It’s unclear if these artists should be considered plants too, or whether the fact that they have been through a highly visible and public competition like The X Factor makes them more deserving than someone who is spotted by a label and given all those tools and lessons behind the scenes. 

Of course, many artists spend years and years gigging and working and seeing very little return, maybe for most or even all their career. A lack of funds and connections means that many of those with the talent to succeed find themselves constrained by the barrier of money. The story of Ian Curtis, the lead singer of Joy Division, seems almost a cautionary tale in this regard. Joy Division was a band with undoubtable potential, but no financial backing. When things took a turn for the worse in Curtis’ personal life with worsening epilepsy, drug and alcohol issues and marital problems, the pressure drove him to suicide.  His death came the day before Joy Division was to leave for a North American tour that could have changed everything for them. If an influential label had noticed the band early on and stepped in to provide support to mitigate the financial and psychological strains of a career in music, things might have been easier for Curtis. There is, of course, no telling if the label would have effectively helped Curtis this way, but given that the band went on to become a powerful force, with the first album Curtis featured on being considered ‘essential parts of the post-punk canon’, it seems probable that help in the early days could have resulted in the band having an even larger influence than it does now.

The question then arises whether in Joy Division’s case, if a major label had stepped in and eased the burdens, this would have made them unworthy of success. It is possible to argue that a label’s help might actually have been a hindrance if they had stepped in and changed the sound of the band to fit mainstream radio playlists at the time. However, by suggesting that ‘authentic’ artists are the ones who never take help, or alter their music to have the opportunity to be promoted by big labels with big budgets, surely we’re putting up a barrier to success? 

If we insist that anyone who ‘makes it’ must have done it all themselves to be ‘authentic’, surely we are at risk of putting the potential for success only in the hands of the already privileged. Think of Taylor Swift and the incredible sacrifices her family made for her music career, moving from Pennsylvania to Nashville to help her break into country music. The opportunity to move to the home of the genre of music you’re making, a place filled with record label executives, producers, and songwriters, is something beyond the wildest dreams of many. The opportunity to relocate and dedicate time and money to pursuing a career in this way is something only the most privileged will be able to do without the help of industry backing.

By synonymising the experience of trying to ‘make it’ yourself with success, we are romanticising what is an overly draining and difficult process. Desiring this tale of independence from the elites ignores the systemic issues at play within the industry that limit the ability of certain artists to succeed, while others prevail at the same time as narrating stories that don’t address their privilege. Little Simz, for example, was recently awarded ‘Best New Artist’ at the 2022 Brit Awards despite releasing her first album in 2014. She is not new to the music industry, but only to the mainstream consciousness. Simz resisted signing to a big label for years, instead choosing to release music through her own Age 101 record label. However, in 2018 she and her label signed a deal with AWAL Recordings. Since then the difference AWAL has made can be seen in her rise to popularity, with many only discovering her music after 2018, and has eventually led to her Brit award.

There is no doubt that Little Simz has worked incredibly hard to get to where she is; she herself says in her song ‘How Did You Get Here’ that “Nothing in life comes easy, and you work twice as hard ’cause you Black”. So when another artist who hasn’t experienced the same kinds of struggles manufactures a story they know nothing about, it is particularly offensive to those who have. But it seems that this conversation should go deeper than simply vilifying those who do accept the help and support from a major label that promises to give them the tools for success. These people are often those who have been on this path for a long time with no returns, and so understandably are willing to do what it takes to get their breakthrough. 

And even if there is an issue with those who actively lie – most often on the advice of the label who controls their paychecks – and even if many of these supposed ‘plants’ have been chasing a career in the industry for years, it seems that these phenomena are not enough to quell the criticism of the ‘industry plant’, which seems to have become more than the sum of its parts. A few weeks ago, I was privy to a conversation with friends about the suspected industry-planted band Wet Leg, who appeared out of nowhere with the viral 2021 song ‘Chaise Longue’. Having already spent some time considering the justifiability of the term being used as a criticism, I asked whether it mattered if the band had been ‘planted’. One friend responded that it felt wrong, that they hadn’t gigged for years like others and been through that struggle. It seems therefore that the very idea of having your path made easier with money is a turn-off. Despite this, ‘Chaise Longue’ is still a regular on our pres playlist. Clearly, while a source of moral discomfort, suspicions of ‘planting’ are not a deal-breaker when it comes to the consumption of music. 

But why does the industry feel the need to plant artists in this way? It seems the answer is: profits. It’s no secret that the music industry loves to find what is selling and make more of it. When Olivia Rodrigo first released ‘drivers license’, it wasn’t long before her narrative style of songwriting was compared to that of Taylor Swift. It was clear that her management didn’t tell her to shy away from the comparison, as she spoke of Swift in numerous interviews and even played a role alongside Conan Gray in the promotion of the eleven-time Grammy award winner’s re-recorded version of her album Fearless. Many have even likened Rodrigo to Lorde, with one Reddit user commenting that ‘they got tired waiting for lorde so they replaced her’. This idea of copying what is already popular isn’t a new phenomenon. The Monkees were created after The Beatles’ films A Hard Day’s Night and Help! inspired television producers Rafelson and Schneider to revive Rafelson’s idea for The Monkees, a situation comedy series following the adventures of four young men trying to make a name for themselves as a rock ‘n roll band. They even sported the same bowl haircuts and four-member band composition and seemed to conveniently fill the space the Beatles had left vacant as they became more experimental (for the time) with records like ‘Rubber Soul’ and ‘Revolver’. 

This concept of being manufactured for mass consumption is a criticism often levelled at industry plants; it is suggested that in chasing to replicate what already exists, what is produced is a copy lacking substance rather than something truly original. One Reddit user highlighted the dilemma with the comment “I also think Ava Max as [sic] industry plant! She’s talented but I genuinely don’t understand how she is topping charts, her music is not memorable at all to me”. The writer of this remark seems to be identifying the contradiction the music industry creates, by picking people with talent and originality and then forcing them into boxes, either through confining them to a certain genre or giving them pre-written songs which they know will sell. 

Perhaps this is indicative of the bigger problem with the outsized power of major record labels’ ability to influence popular culture through refined music distribution techniques that an amateur simply can’t compete with. The obsession with profit – a staple of every capitalist industry – reduces people into products simply to be sold and bought. We might therefore think that our labelling of some artists as ‘industry plants’ furthers this cycle of dehumanising consumerism. Surely the criticism should lie not with the artists, but with the industry itself, and the environment it creates in which there is such an excess supply of talent that often the only condition for success is an abundance of money, extensive knowledge of distribution techniques, and numerous connections in the industry: resources that major labels have a monopoly on. 

Users on Reddit, the source of all opinions, disagree on the question of whether it matters if someone is an industry plant, provided that their music is enjoyable. In the cases of Gayle and Wet Leg, whether or not their backstories are manufactured, there’s no denying that their music was popular enough to go viral, and that was because ordinary people shared and consumed and enjoyed it. Some maintain that if an artist misrepresents their story, their lies are unforgivable. Others believe music can be judged at face value, and if it’s in itself enjoyable, then it should be enjoyed. I find myself siding with the latter perspective, since when one starts to appreciate the power and influence of industry-backed support, it’s hard not to sympathise with the artists who take it – the people who are often just trying to follow their ambitions. 

The problem everyone seems to be circling around, whatever their view of ‘industry plants’, is that they would rather not be duped by some big corporate machine that thinks it knows what they like. But instead of blaming the industry, the criticism gets branded onto the artist. Surely the problem that needs addressing is why the industry feels the need to lie about the artists they sign. Perhaps it is because we, in our efforts to avoid these ‘fakes’, have placed too much value on the ‘breakthrough story’ that wouldn’t have to exist if the industry effectively supported those with original talent, without leaving them to graft for years by themselves. It seems that we have yet again been hoodwinked into not seeing the core problem: capitalist exploitation and its distortive effects on the creative arts. 

Ultimately, in a creative industry so closely tied to the romantic and make-believe and full of artistic dreamers, it’s near impossible to know what is fabricated and what is true. Even for those of us outside the industry, our daily anecdotes to each other are riddled with small omissions and a little bit of Hollywood storytelling. It seems that the music industry has given us only what we were telling them we wanted, without us interrogating why we wanted it. 

The real issue with industry planting that needs to be addressed is how it plays a part in the widespread nepotism and bigotry that decides who succeeds over whom through the allocation of resources. Why do some artists get given the story while others actually live it? That’s the important problem here, but it’s not mutually exclusive with the enjoyment of what is created by those who have already had those resources gifted to them. If what they make is good, I don’t think it needs to prove itself as revolutionary or seek to transform the way we view the art of music. If you love it, and music be the food of love, quite simply, ‘play on’.

Image Credit: Crommelincklars, CC BY 2.0.

Generation Sharent: Are Hyper-Exposed Children the Price of Social Media Fame?

Welcome to the world, Generation Z! Smile for the camera! Your childhood was hyper-exposed. Your young lives were documented via photos and videos, uploaded, shared, liked and commented upon by people you will perhaps never meet. Your parents are so proud of you, and want to share you with the world, but what does that mean for your future?

In the internet’s early years, the emphasis on child protection was placed on limiting what children could see on the internet. Now, the concern has shifted; children are a social media commodity, whether financially or simply within social groups. Their images, names, and locations are often given out freely online by parents without consideration for the potential impact on their future lives and privacy. So ubiquitous is this kind of parental oversharing that researcher Stacey B. Steinberg coined a name for it in 2016: sharenting. Steinberg explores the delicate line that exists between parents’ right to post about their lives online and a child’s need for privacy. The challenge for policy-makers and internet users alike is to decide whether a parent’s desire to share images of their child supersedes the child’s right to privacy. I contend it should not. So, what should be done? Once we can acknowledge it’s gone too far, how can we intervene?

The United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child recognises in article 16 the importance of a child’s right to privacy, and states

“No child shall be subjected to arbitrary or unlawful interference with his or her privacy, family, home or correspondence, nor to unlawful attacks on his or her honour and reputation.”

In practice, however, individual states’ laws regarding online privacy differ greatly, and most often the nuts and bolts of children’s online access and exposure are decided by the social media platforms themselves. Whether a child is able to access a platform is the purview of the platform’s terms of service, and many rightly have policies regarding gaining consent prior to the uploading of content containing children. However, parent-run social media accounts which centre much younger children are omnipresent on sites like Instagram and Youtube. Instagram and Facebook allow users to choose who sees each post, potentially limiting the audience for pictures of children. Still, this decision is left in the hands of the parents. Mandating that accounts containing the visible faces of children under thirteen – the age of use of most social media sites – must be private would better future-proof children’s privacy.

A further concern comes from ‘sharents’ who are hopeful influencers, enticed by a huge financial incentive should their child become the next internet star. Indeed, one of Youtube’s wealthiest creators of 2019 is an eight-year-old boy who rose to fame by opening children’s toys on camera. Recent discussion surrounding the responsibility of platforms to protect children from exploitation and exposure has centred around this kind of mega-famous child creator, as well as the ‘family vlogger’ genre of Youtube creators and TikTok stars. These channels, while run by adults, primarily draw audiences through filming and posting the daily experiences of their babies or children, sometimes from the second of their birth. These children, it’s unnecessary to remark, have no say in their participation, while their image is freely disseminated to millions of strangers across the globe. Few would disagree that this is a violation of their privacy, and that their parents’ actions will have a significant impact upon their future employment and, perhaps, safety.

It’s not so simple, however, to villainize every social media parent. TikTok’s Maia Knight began posting videos of her twin girls for her own enjoyment. She likely never expected to grow an audience of 7.6 million followers, who give her children affectionate pet names and call themselves the children’s collective father. While Knight could withdraw from the spotlight and take her children offline, her account is now generating enough of an income that she can remain at home with her children and set them up for a safe, financially stable life. Walking away from this kind of stability is surely not an easy task. While the concerns for the safety and privacy of these young lives remains, my ire resides with the systems that exploit us all, children and adults alike, when it comes to surviving in the digital age, rather than mothers like Knight. 

The complex problems brought about by the internet age require nuanced solutions. Ultimately, child content creators should be protected under both privacy and child labour laws in their home country. However, this would require an immense legislative overhaul, and would likely be pushed against by large and powerful corporations behind social media platforms. So what can we push for in the meantime? Many are actively campaigning for social media platforms like Youtube to demonetise content which centres children under the age of thirteen until such legislation can be created. This action would disincentivise over-exposing children for financial gain and would decrease the exploitation of children too young to give their informed consent. Many tabloid websites and magazines are opting to blur the faces of celebrity children to protect their privacy. It is not unreasonable to suggest platforms like Instagram require the same level of protection for ordinary kids in their terms of service.

Social media is real life; the images we share, information we give and discussions we have are part of our life story permanently. While parents’ desire to share the lives of their little ones are often borne out of the best intentions, a child’s right to determine the course of their lives on their own terms, on-and-offline, should take precedence.

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Viva La Varsity

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Dark Blue vs Green. Green? Shouldn’t it be Light Blue? A Cantabridgian colour does not exist. It’s always slightly different. Cambridge University Ladies’ netball Club comes closest to wearing the closest acceptable shade of light blue. The pigment on the Lax club is somewhere closer to the mixed green-blue-turquoise. 

And live from the River Thames, the rowers from the eastern side of the OxCam arc just dress up in full green, no shame. Snotgreen, à-la-Joyce. Don’t even talk to me about the colours of CUAFC. The rugby team goes about completely avoiding Oxonian mockery, adding in white stripes to avoid full-scale artistic scrutiny. A fun fact for you, to add to the pure humiliation: Cambridge used to play in pink!

Taking offence to the rival’s colours exemplifies the haughty spirit of tribal elitism. What does ‘shoe the tabs’ even mean? Varsity is a fixture founded upon a snobbish, Victorian chivalric, public schoolish, stop-masturbating-in-your-bedroom-young-boys clash of virility and masculine physicality. Those great chaps who went to Oxford and Cambridge in the 19th century had to do something to get themselves outside: kicking a round football for the first time in 1874, kicking a strange oval ball for the first time in 1872, challenging each other to race boats down the river for the first time  in 1829. Varsity, why do you exist? Why do you think you are relevant?

The feelings among the rest of the British population are of this kind. Broadcasters’ interest in Varsity has significantly declined. Rugby league varsity only had a one-year cameo broadcast on Sky Sports. The rugby Union Varsity Matches used to be shown live on BBC One or ITV, but today no longer attract their interest. Long gone are the days when football Varsity was played at Wembley, let alone at Premier League stadiums such as Craven Cottage. Rumours are floating around that this year may be the last cricket Varsity at Lord’s Cricket Ground. Varsity is no longer regarded as the cornerstone event that represents the glory of esteemed British academia. The very institutions of the University of Oxford or Cambridge themselves may not be so greatly revered today as they once were, despite the enormous successes of scientific research. 

Like gowns at formals, speeches in Latin, trumpets at matriculation, Varsity is one of those old outdated traditions that could probably be done away with. Varsity is, by definition today, amateur sport played by “I-am-at-Oxbridge!” students who probably care way too much about their erg or beep test times. 

Varsity is harmless fun. The friendly animosity of the rivalry between Oxford and Cambridge is an energetic distraction to the soul-burning and hand-hurting activities of academic life. This forged conflict between the two historic universities is no real inconvenience of any kind to anyone today. Varsity sport fixtures are the Oxbridge student’ chance to actively escape the hard work-life, to emotionally invest oneself into a banter world of game, and to play competitive sport. It’s a pretty tradition. 

If the prestige of Varsity has declined over the last years, it has had little impact on the impassioned spirit of respective sports clubs. As much as Varsity may be for the patriotic man who is proud of the country’s success in academia and research, Varsity is for the 19-year-old student who cycles 20 minutes out of the city to train with his teammates at 9pm on a Monday night despite being in a serious essay-crisis. Varsity is for the proud parents taking a trip to Oxford to watch their wonder daughter play hockey for the 3s in the middle of Storm Eunice. Varsity is for the supportive friends who take their megaphones to sing silly and amiably provocative chants like “Have you ever seen Cambridge make a vaccine?”. Varsity is for committed coaches who could have once-upon-a-time “gone pro” if they hadn’t injured themselves. Varsity is for the postgraduates recruited from Oceania to win one game. Varsity is for the strict referees who are shouted at by annoyed students on the sidelines. Varsity is for the glee of shoeing the tabs. Varsity is for Park End and VK. Varsity’s for sanity though it’s weird, for tradition though it’s shady, for health though it’s stressful, for camaraderie though it’s absurd. 

… Most crucially: Varsity is for Oxford to win and C*mbridge to lose. 

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USWNT Have Won this Equal Pay Battle, Now Comes the War

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Tuesday 22nd February will undoubtedly be remembered as a monumental day for women’s sport both in the United States and around the world.  It was the day that the United States Women’s National Team (USWNT) and their governing body US Soccer settled in court for $24m and pledged equal pay across all competitions.  However, as consequential as this might seem on the surface, the deal is full of holes and the real fight for women’s sport is only just beginning.

It might have come more than two thousand days after their original complaint to the Equal Employment Commission and it over a thousand days since entering into a court battle but last week the USWNT did finally get their deal.  Captain and two-time World Cup winner Alex Morgan called it a “monumental step forward” and “an incredible day”.  She went even further when speaking to Good Morning America, stating: “It’s great to take that step forward. I not only see this as a win for our team or women in sport but for women in general.”  Teammate and campaigner Megan Rapinoe agreed when she said: “I think we’re going to look back on this day and say this is the moment that US Soccer changed for the better.”

USWNT are the most successful side in women’s football.  Four-time World Cup winners and five-time Olympic champions, their achievements dwarf those of any other nation and are on a completely different planet to those of their male compatriots.  And yet, on average US Soccer formerly paid the women’s side just 89 cents for every dollar that the men earn.  That is leaving out the bonuses that the men take home from major tournaments, double that of their female counterparts.  As a result, in May 2020 the full women’s squad sought $66 million in damages in court and so began the trial that ended last week.

Plenty of arguments arise time and again on this issue across different sports and countries.  We hear that the prize money offered by governing bodies is miles apart (a true and sad fact: FIFA pays out $440m for the men’s world cup compared to $60m for the women’s event) and that the TV revenue from women’s sport doesn’t even compare (often correct).  The fact of the matter is though that none of those or the other standard arguments stands up in the case of the USWNT, such is their success and popularity.  They win world cups, the men struggle and sometimes fail to even qualify, they get the nation tuning in whenever games come around whilst the men’s side are desperately trying to use social media to attract new audiences.  In this case and bearing in mind the concept of performance-based pay, it was nearly impossible to see why US Soccer wasn’t splitting pay at least evenly.

So, on the surface, this deal seems like a huge win for everyone.  Two million of those dollars have been set aside for “USWNT players in their post-career goals and charitable efforts related to women’s and girls’ soccer”, the team have their money, and the governing body appears to have made substantial commitments regarding the future of women’s sport.  Unfortunately, after the initial excitement, it has emerged that that isn’t exactly the full story.

For starters, the $24 million that was settled on pales in comparison to the $66 million that was being sought by the women after a group of economists outlined that as a fair sum.  The legal fees on top of that mean that it is hard to say how much of that money will actually end up in players’ pockets.

Goalkeeper Hope Solo was quick to point out this fault with her tone a stark contrast with teammates Morgan and Rapinoe.  Referring to the CBA she tweeted, “It doesn’t exist yet and is not guaranteed. … If the players had ever been successful in negotiating an equal CBA, there would’ve been no reason to sue the federation in the first place.”.

The current agreement expired at the end of last year before being temporarily extended until the 31st March, meanwhile the men have been playing on the same expired deal since 2018.  Reaching a new deal that includes the terms of equal pay will be far from straightforward given the fact that US Soccer are already in trouble financially and few believe that it is coming any time soon.

Beyond the American border, the pace of change appears even slower.  Vastly different television incomes mean that the top division in this country, the WSL, offers just £500 000 total to all its teams.  By comparison, the male Premier League offers total payments of £2.5 billion.  The FA cup pays out £25 000 to its female winners, just 1.4% of the £1.8 million the men receive.  

The examples of pay gaps are endless and bridge both borders and sports.  Some such as tennis and cricket might be doing better but the truth is that no sport is anywhere near where it should be.  So, whilst it was a win for the USWNT last week, we must be cautious not to overestimate how much is still left to be done.

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Nigel Lambert: 12 Years Refereeing Oxford

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The integrity of the matches played in all four leagues of the JCR college football structure is maintained by a small but well-known group of qualified referees that range from current University of Oxford students to long serving local officials. Come rain or shine, the men in black are an ever-present in college football, and their absence in JCR reserves fixtures often highlights their contributions to first-team games.

One of the most experienced is Nigel Lambert, a retired policeman and government security officer who has refereed matches for nearly four decades. Always keen to debrief teams on their performance following matches, and enjoying friendships with longer-serving players and the groundsmen of Oxford, he is not someone whose humility or warmth players need reminding of.  In February 2020, he was praised in a national Referees’ Association article for helping to save the life of a Women’s Blues defender who had swallowed her tongue in a match against Southampton Ladies. From his refereeing style to recollections of drunken pitch invasions in Cuppers matches, these are his memories.

How long have you been refereeing? When did you start refereeing college football matches?

I qualified as a referee 38 years ago. I started refereeing college football 12 years ago.

Has anything changed since you have started? 

Little has changed in college football in that time – it is more likely that it is me that has changed! In the prime of my refereeing career I was very strict. As a senior police officer I expected people to comply with my decisions, consequently bookings and sending-offs featured prominently!

What are your favourite sorts of matches to referee?

My favourite matches are the league games, which are usually conducted in a very civil manner. Women’s Blues were great as the ladies were so kind to me!

What would you say is your refereeing style?

My refereeing style is non-confrontational (unless this style fails). I will always try to show respect for the players and I value the many friendships I have made over the years.

Do any games stick out in your memory as being particularly notable?

Whilst I have officiated at many cup finals and representative games the most vivid memories are when things have gone wrong. Cuppers at Pembroke over the years has been a nightmare! The worst was a pitch invasion by drunken supporters intent on abusing me, aggravated by an obnoxious young man running the line for Pembroke who loudly disputed my decisions. He was a qualified referee, which made his behaviour even more distasteful. The Sabbatical Officer, who was present at the game, instructed Pembroke that he must never run the line for them again. Since then, Pembroke and I have been on the best of terms. The good memories are of outstanding sportsmanship when opponents were struggling through bad times, highlighting the strong values we all try to achieve in college football.

What are your favourite pitches and grounds to referee at in Oxford?

My favourite pitch must be St John’s, the Wembley of Oxford. I look forward to going to a number of other grounds through establishing friendships with groundsmen over the years. It means a lot to receive a warm welcome.

What do you enjoy doing outside of refereeing?

My other sport is running, with success as County Champion in my age group over decades. I have run about a hundred marathons, including fifteen in London and ten in New York. I am involved in the church, being Churchwarden of my parish church. I participate in pilgrimages, both in the UK and in Europe. I have walked five different routes on the Camino de Santiago, some in excess of 500 miles.

The political power of gender expression: Lessons from female dictators

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China’s three thousand years of written history has seen just one legitimate female sovereign: Wu Zetian of the late 600s. Charismatic and ambitious, she spent thirty years rising through the ranks of concubine, Consort, and Dowager to finally claim official sovereignty in 690. Though posthumously dubbed “Empress”, she styled herself “Emperor” and was keenly aware of the political power at stake in matters of gendered discourse.

As for her own imperial name, “Zhao”, she issued a new Han character – 曌 – which comprised strokes highlighting the moon, a symbol for the female ‘yin’, and the sun, a symbol for the male ‘yang’. By controlling and rewriting language, she proposed that her position as Empress was a harmonious unification of traditionally male and female strengths. 

Wu is not unique among female dictators and leaders in her ardent attention to her own gender performance, and the implications of it. In an era calling for postgenderism and the erosion of binary gender, it is important to recognise and understand the historic, and lasting, phenomenon of gender expression as a tool for political ends. 

When asked to call to mind the mental image of a “dictator”, or a “despot”, or an “autocrat”, you’d be forgiven for imagining a moustached middle-aged man, perhaps balding, raising his arm in a military salute. Even the Advanced Oxford Learner’s Dictionary teaches students of English that a “dictator” has often obtained their “complete power” over a country “using military force”. 

The tight relationship between the office of dictator and its corresponding armed forces is a historic one and likely needs little explanation. A traditional route to political power has been to rise first through the military or to topple the existing authorities by coup d’état. Dictators then depend on military might to assert their regimes; could an individual lacking in military experience truly command the full respect and loyalty of the army? Machiavellian enquiries aside, we begin to see why there have been so few female dictators across history. In the modern era up to the twentieth century, women have usually been excluded from military service, and the field is still overwhelmingly male-dominated. How, then, we might ask, have the few powerful female dictators and leaders of history come to take up the mantle? 

Rulers Indira Gandhi (1917-1984) and Aung San Suu Kyi (1945-) have much in common. They were both educated at Oxford University, both became prime minister-figures of their respective countries, and, crucially, were both daughters of previous national leaders – Jawaharlal Nehru of India, and Aung San of Myanmar respectively. This is a well-trodden path. Many of the most culturally famous female dictator figures have come to prominence due to their links with politically powerful men. Eva “Evita” Perón (1919-1952) and Jiang Qing (1914-1991), known to contemporaries as “Madame Mao”, spring to mind here. The de facto or legitimate reigns of powerful women – Gandhi, Suu Kyi, Perón and Jiang included – have often been directed and overshadowed by the legacies of their male counterparts. 

The traditional discourse surrounding women in power has, as such, construed female leadership as rare, and unusual. Women have been painted as dependent upon their powerful husbands or male kin for political legitimacy. Indira Gandhi was dubbed “goongi goodiya” – Hindi for ‘puppet’ – by those who saw her as a weak and easily manipulable figurehead for a male-dominated Congress. Stock archetypes of negative femininity have also been drawn upon to criticise women in power for occupying space in the public sphere. 

This goes back to the days of Wu Zetian and beyond. Wu was said to have eaten her own children, and contemporary commentators used her as the basis for pornographic materials, stressing her beginnings as a concubine. She was, essentially, painted as the antithesis of the modest, maternal, ideal woman. Through making such claims to her immorality, her rivals aimed to weaken her political legitimacy. And this treatment is not unique to Wu. A string of female leaders throughout history have been characterised as evil, immoral, and dangerous women. 

Given this historic discourse surrounding women in power, it is unsurprising that women seeking power have felt pressure to acknowledge and use their gender in ways that men have not. Perhaps women feel forced to own up to their gender identity before it is seized and turned against them. The famous 1566 Speech to Parliament by Queen Elizabeth I saw her make the following concession: “Though I be a woman, yet I have as good a courage answerable to my place as ever my father had. I am your anointed queen”. While defending her gender, she appealed to traditionally masculine traits and to her paternal family line to claim legitimacy of rule. But she simultaneously asserted the beginning of a new era in which the legitimacy of her rule was tied to her female identity as “queen”. Across various nations, social expectations of what a leader should look and behave like have compiled over centuries and have largely been established from male models. These expectations have firm roots in society. Women have grown up with internalised pressure to conform to these models of ideal power in order to be taken seriously as leaders. 

But we also see cases where female leaders have deliberately used performative identity politics to reinforce their own legitimacy to rule. Women have emphasised their “feminine” or “masculine” characteristics to a greater or lesser extent to achieve political ends. Margaret Thatcher’s ‘housewife’ campaign saw her photographed in the kitchen and depicted carrying shopping baskets. She sought to stress her suitability for public life by emphasising that she had the management qualities required to make a good home and to be a good national leader. But, equally, she practised humming exercises and voice training to lower her pitch and develop a distinctive, typically masculine, tone, which might be viewed as more trustworthy. Women in power have often had to broadcast more “masculine” characteristics, and simultaneously weaponise their femininity, for their authority to be taken seriously. 

Is this the case in politics today? Must women perform their genders to retain political legitimacy? In my view, the short answer is yes. The gendered insults thrown about in national parliaments – such as Jeremy Corbyn’s “stupid woman” remark about Theresa May in 2018, or, in France last year, the attack on Mathilde Panot as a “fishwife” – suggest that gender, or at least awareness of gender, still plays a large role in high politics. Scholars have pointed out that women in twenty-first-century government institutions sometimes serve a representational function. They are a symbolic presence, seen to stand for all women, and seen to legitimise a government by making it look liberal and democratic. 

Women are expected to perform their gender – to visibly make known their “womanness”. The unsaid expectation nowadays is that female MPs speak about and work on the problems which predominantly affect women – such as abortion, domestic violence, and sexual abuse. Female MPs have done just this over the last thirty years and, as such, we’ve seen the privatisation of what counts as “public issues” as well as improvements to the socio-political condition of women more generally. But this phenomenon has also had the unintended function of placing female politicians as singular spokespersons for all “women’s issues”. Current female MPs are expected to act as female politicians, not just as politicians. This pressure is incredibly unfair. It leads to a tendency for generic and angry claims blaming female leaders for not having done enough to help women or focus on “women’s issues”. Where is this pressure on male politicians? Surely these issues should be a focus for all politicians, regardless of their gender. 

The ideal situation within high politics would be the complete deconstruction of the gender narrative. This way, women would no longer feel forced to conform to or perform aspects of their gender identity. But this is probably a utopic fantasy. We can hold out hope that, as binary categories of gender continue to be broken down and eroded, it will soon be so normal to have individuals of all genders in power that the public sphere takes on a more genderless climate. But, given the lasting power of using gender expression as a legitimising power tool, it seems unlikely that this will occur any time soon. 

Will we see more women in positions of leadership in the future? If current trends are anything to go by, then yes, this is likely. Will we see more women in the office of dictator in the future? This is harder to answer. Dictatorships, to my mind, are never an attractive option. And their historically military nature still excludes women. And in many ways, to back the rise of a female dictator seems a little bit like a toss-up between one’s own ethical ideals and supporting supposed female empowerment. 

As we look to the future, and the possibility of more female leaders and dictators, the real point is that we should remember our history. Gender, and gendered discourse, has always been an intrinsic element of politics. We should be aware of performative gender expression in politics and recognise when it is being used, and for what ends.

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How meritocracy fuels Oxford’s burnout cycle

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Something seems to snap in our collective conscience five weeks into an Oxford term. Suddenly, we find ourselves reaching for a third or fourth cup of coffee and spending hours staring blankly into space despite the extensive reading list open on our laptop. For four weeks, essays and problem sheets seem feasible even alongside a busy social schedule but now the thought of even typing out an essay title is pushing it. 

I could be over-exaggerating, but complaints of loss of motivation and burnout do seem almost universal  as we hit fifth week. Academic burnout brings social burnout, with texts from friends left on delivered for days on end as chronic tiredness just makes you want to curl up and sleep, rather than spend another night in Bridge.

I can’t quite tell if it is comforting or problematic that this is such a unifying experience that there is a label for it – the infamous ‘Fifth Week Blues’. Despite this term being widely used by both students and tutors alike, nothing seems to change. Expectations from tutors are the same as they were at the start of  term, if not higher, even though everyone feels like we are pushing and pushing for a non-existent, unreachable goal. 

‘Why don’t we have a reading week?’ is a question guaranteed to be heard in conversations amongst students in fifth week, as their tutors tirelessly explain that the intensity of an Oxford term couldn’t be lengthened any further. Realistically, though, no one is asking for another week of relentless reading and mechanical essay-writing.

We just want a bit of a break.

The desire to simply breathe, to spend a day without a to-do list etched into your brain, is a completely natural response to our unnatural environment. This environment is one that the high-achiever functions in – that the Oxford student thrives in, even – and also has an intense hatred for. I think this is what has normalised fifth week burnout. Everyone here works hard, managing to adapt to the intensity of the environment and cyclical deadlines. For a few weeks, this meritocratic culture works as a source of motivation, giving us goal after goal to work towards, and subsequent satisfaction when you achieve it – but this can’t last forever. This seems to lead us to one question, then – would the institution be the same without this intensity?

In order to answer this, we need to think about if there is a purpose underpinning the character of the term. As I’ve mentioned, it keeps us motivated as we have no choice but to write essays over the span of a few hours and continuously work. If I’m feeling cynical (and slightly Marxist) I’d say we are being trained to be good future workers, as the pressure fuelling an Oxford term seems to construct a direct bridge to a highly efficient workplace. Perhaps we are being taught to consistently prioritise work more than anything else, naturally leading us to a lifestyle in which family, hobbies and social life will always fall secondary to the most imminent deadline. Investment banking is cited as the classic example of this. The top firms and companies demand long working hours and a work-life balance is pretty much impossible – you work hard, because you know you are in a place that expects you to work hard – for high monetary reward but arguably little emotional reward.

I wonder if this cycle of working for the sake of working is universal. Rather, I feel it entraps individuals from disadvantaged groups more than others and overlaps with the concept of imposter syndrome. All students, regardless of socio-economic background, are deemed fit by the Oxford admissions process to neatly slot into this meritocratic culture. However, the fact that you are pushed to work hard may encourage someone who lacks security about their place at Oxford to work even harder. State school students across Oxford, for example, might constantly find themselves trapped in this cycle in an attempt to introspectively prove their place here. It is worth questioning whether a meritocratic culture truly works if it exacerbates social divides, or if it leaves people constantly trying to prove themselves rather than learning for the sake of learning.

On the other hand, it is undoubtable that studying in this manner teaches you skills that fall outside the actual content of your degree. You are forced to be organised, to improve, to persist, to not simply float. Having traces of these qualities got us into Oxford in the first place but being here pushes them further as they are solidified by the term structure. From this perspective, its terms make Oxford what it is. 

But let me return to my original point – even if this is true, we still just want a bit of a break. 

Undoubtedly , this article is not going to revolutionise the Oxford term structure. I simply echo the desire held by most for a reading week. We could maintain the fast-paced nature of the term and the motivation it brings, an environment that works well for most, but recognise that this cannot be sustained. I think it would do both our mental health, and quality of work, a favour. 

Though we can recognise the benefits of a reading week, I don’t think we will ever get one. The best you can do is to respect when you may need a break, and give yourself one, this week more so than ever. Utilise college welfare events, text friends who you haven’t seen in a while, and take a little more time to relax rather than working. Feeling tired and unmotivated at this point is, ultimately, normal – and the Hilary bubble we are currently in will not last forever.

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Oxford exhibit to dispel “curse of pharaohs” myth

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Many school children know the ominous tale well. When Howard Carter, a British archaeologist, ventured to the Valley of the Kings in Egypt and rediscovered King Tutankhamun’s tomb in 1922, a curse lying dormant for millenia awoke. Some members of Carter’s team died in short order, lending credence to the haunting story known as the ‘curse of the pharaohs’. 

Long derided by archaeologists and historians as a silly work of fiction, the myth is finally set to be dispelled by a Bodleian Library exhibit coming on April 13. The exhibit will show that rumours of such a curse spread long before the discovery of Tutankhamun’s curse, and were trafficked by shady mystics sceptical of Egyptology. 

After Lord Carnarvon, one of Carter’s associates who entered the tomb with him, died in 1923 from a blood infection, the media in the West sensationalised stories of the pharaonic curse, drawn from the claims of mystics. Major newspapers, such as the New York World and the New York Times, published stories about the curse. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, creator of Sherlock Holmes, famously endorsed the curse, suggesting that “elementals” had taken Carnarvon’s life. 

Egyptology was met with scepticism in the early twentieth century, as fears of the unknown mixed with an appetite for Gothic horror gave way to openness to the rumour. The exhibit will show that the curse was propagated by a frustrated archaeologist excluded from the original discovery team by Carter. 

A string of deaths that shortly followed Carnarvon’s fueled those rumours. A man who X-rayed the mummy fell victim to a mysterious illness. Another succumbed to arsenic poisoning, and it was believed that an affluent American died shortly after setting foot in the tomb. These deaths, the exhibit will show, were simply coincidences that did not even occur in close succession. 

Sceptical historians have pointed out that the vast majority of people who entered the tomb with Carter went on to live long, healthy lives. 

Although Carter dispelled such rumours as “tommy rot” at the time, he also indulged them in his own writings. He published a semi-fictional account of the discovery that includes a story of his canary dying from a cobra bite at the moment he entered the tomb. 

The exhibit will include fascinating primary source documents. It has hand-written correspondences between members of the discovery team and a telegram from a mystic warning of a curse. That mystic, later identified as Ella Young, an Irish poet, claimed that sandstorms in the desert and Carnarvon’s death were the works of the pharaohs. 

The exhibit has been curated by Richard Bruce Parkinson, Oxford professor of Egyptology, and Dr. Daniela Rosenow, who works at the Griffith Institute, Oxford’s Egyptology centre. It will launch on April 13, alongside a new book titled Tutankhamun: Excavating the Archive. 

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New study links US Stand Your Ground laws to 700 additional homicides every year

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A new study has revealed that Stand Your Ground (SYG) laws, which allow protection for individuals who use deadly violence in self-defence, have resulted in an additional 700 homicides in the US each year since their introduction.

Under SYG laws, people have no duty to retreat before using deadly force in self-defence. This allows greater legal protection to those who use lethal force.

According to a new study published in the JAMA Network Open, the law is linked to an increase in homicide rates of 11% nationally, but up to 28% in some states. Research was led by a team from the University of Oxford, University of Pennsylvania, and collaborators at the London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine. The evidence collected suggests that the expansion of self-defence laws may lead to increased violence, resulting in the unnecessary loss of life.

Advocates for SYG laws claim that they protect the public by enabling retaliatory violence when faced with a significant danger. Critics, on the other hand, believe that the sanctioned use of deadly force is likely to enable greater levels of violence. Furthermore, some believe that SYG laws could encourage discrimination: implicit and explicit biases of threat perception could discriminate against certain minority groups, leading to higher rates of death amongst these populations.

These concerns have been tragically realised in recent years. The killing of 17-year-old Trayvon Martin in 2021, the killing of Armaud Arbery in 2020, and the trial of Kyle Rittenhouse in 2021, have all centred around the SYG laws.

According to Senior Study author Dr David Humphreys, from Oxford’s Department of Social Policy and Intervention, “Stand Your Ground laws have been enacted in the majority of states, and more states are currently debating their introduction.

“Supporters argue that introducing these laws will improve public safety by deterring criminals, but this research finds the opposite, showing that rates of violence increase (sometimes dramatically) following the adoption of these laws.”

The study considers the impacts of SYG laws in 23 states between 2000 and 2016. Researchers found that the laws were linked to increases in homicide and firearm homicide rates of 8% to 11% across the United States. Florida was the state with the highest increase in homicide rates, seeing a 28% increase following the introduction of SYG laws. Increases in homicides were found to be higher in southern states, but no states saw a reduction in homicides or firearm homicides. The laws were found to affect all Americans, regardless of race, sex, or age.

Lead author Dr Michelle Degli Esposti, also from Oxford, says, ‘It is critical that policy and law-makers consider the scientific evidence on the risks associated with Stand Your Ground laws before passing more lenient laws on the use of lethal force in self-defence. More research is needed to understand why these laws have serious negative impacts, but research consistently shows that, in most contexts, the laws are leading to unnecessary and avoidable loss of life.’

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