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In Conversation with Sathnam Sanghera

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Sathnam Sanghera doesn’t believe in tidy or easy stories. Whether writing about empire in his award-winning books Empireland and Empireworld, or his own family in his 2009 memoir, The Boy With The Topknot, he seems most at home in the uncomfortable space where opposite things can be true at once. 

As we get into our conversation, it doesn’t take long for us to start discussing the innately political nature of being a historian. Sanghera insists the two – history and politics – are inseparable, though he’s quick to clarify that he’s never been politically active himself. “I’ve never been on a march”, he says, before pausing to admit that he sometimes wonders if that might be a failure on his part. For him, the black-and-white nature of protests misses something essential. He explains that he would happily join a march if he could take a banner saying “opposite things can be true at the same time”. Complexity, nuance – this is what he truly believes in, and he is critical of the way politicians and social media users tend to ignore it. This conviction seems to underpin his work as a historian; books and history, he emphasises, are all about nuance. This instinct clearly shapes his writing, a constant effort to hold conflicting truths together – particularly in his discussions of empire. For Sanghera, opposing the empire is as much a British tradition as being proud of it: “Abolition is a proud British imperial tradition, as was slavery: both things can be true at the same time.” 

He talks about how little of this complexity he encountered in his own education. At Cambridge, he didn’t study a single brown author until his final few terms and empire never came up at all. That silence, he suggests, still shapes the way Britain remembers its past – or chooses not to. “The arguments we have about empire are the same as those that were had at the time”– whether it was too expensive, if we should be focusing on Britain instead – he makes clear: “This is not a new thing.”

When we discuss how empire continues to dominate modern politics, he traces a familiar cycle: Corbyn calling for teaching the “crimes of empire”; Gove defending its achievement as Secretary of State for Education; and, more recently, Sunak complaining that historians try to rewrite the history of slavery too much. “Seemingly unaware”, Sanghera adds, “that’s literally what historians do.” Even Reform have picked up on it, turning history into a talking point at their recent Party Conference in Birmingham. “It’s a constant battle and culture war”, he says, “and we keep going back and forth with it. It’s quite tedious.” 

He admits that although he has become well known for writing about empire, when he first started he was surprised by how little he knew. “Almost every day over the last five years I’ve learnt something new”, he says. What particularly struck him was the sheer level of opposition to empire at home – another reminder that resistance to slavery has always existed alongside support in Britain. “There’s this old line that we shouldn’t judge the past by modern values, but it was actually opposed at every single stage.” He explains how figures like Warren Hastings and Robert Clive, both credited with laying the foundation of the British Empire in India, were dragged before Parliament to “answer for their crimes”, and when Lord Clive later died, it was widely believed that he’d taken his own life because he was so tormented by his actions.

For Sanghera, these stories complicate the national myth of moral certainty, revealing how Britain has always been divided over its own sense of purpose. “If you control the past, you control the present”, he says, “history is a narrative of the past; a politician is trying to offer a narrative for the future.”

Despite the attention that his work on empire has achieved, Sanghera is reluctant to view himself as an authority; “I don’t feel like I’ve got a lot of influence”, he says. Although he’s advised various establishment bodies, he “doesn’t get any sense they’re listening to me”. He suggests that even those that once did are now backtracking with Reform on the horizon. It’s part of the reason why he distances himself from party politics altogether – he’s joined the Labour Party twice and quit both times, and admits he has probably voted for almost every political party at some point. “I struggle to be part of something”, he says, “I think I’m contrary.” 

For all the noise that surrounds the politics of history, Sanghera seems most animated when talking about writing itself. He’s spent years moving between the genres of journalism, memoir, and history, which he recognises is “not the way to establish your career”. However, he is clear that all forms of writing fundamentally come with the same purpose: trying to understand things for himself. In fact, he suggests one of the most productive things you can do is to put this journalistic lens on your own experiences, as he did when writing his memoir, as it is only this that allows you to confront awkward facts. This curiosity seems to have always guided his work, more than any desire for influence or recognition. “I just like to write the book I want to read… even if no one wants to read your book, at least you’ve learnt something.” He’s just finished writing a book on George Michael and the music of the 1980s and ‘90s, and is currently spending lots of time reading about science – particularly physics and quantum physics. When I jokingly suggest that he might be ticking off degrees one by one – history, politics, music, physics – he laughs then turns serious, “whenever anyone tells me about their degree I almost think I wish I’d done that, cause you just want to learn stuff”. 

His literary influences also reveal a love of blending serious subjects with humour. He cites Salman Rushdie, Evelyn Waugh, Martin Amis, Hilary Mantel, and Jonathon Coe when asked who inspire him. “There’s something about people who write about serious subjects but with comedy that I’m really drawn to,” he says. 

This instinct to remain a perpetual student also shapes his approach to writing. At the Financial Times (FT), and in academia, he was trained to remove himself from the story, “they ban it, they knock it out of you”. It was only later, through his FT column and The Boy With the Topknot, that he began to unlearn this habit: “It taught me to have a voice. It went against all my training, all the academia and everything I’d read.” Finding that voice, he insists, takes time – and persistence. No one really has a voice in their twenties”, he says, “you have to churn out quite a bit of writing before you get it but once you find your voice, that’s it, you’ve got it, you can’t lose it.”

Sanghera is also an obsessive reviser, a self-confessed tinkerer. He feels there is a question unanswered in “almost everything I’ve ever written”, and suggests that “the writer doesn’t finish the book, they have it taken away from them by their editor”. He describes rewriting individual chapters up to 120 times. Though, he can admit, whilst you technically become better at writing over time, there is a certain charm, accessibility, and innocence that older writing has, that he simply cannot replicate now.

As our conversation turns from process to purpose, I ask whether he thinks about how his work will be remembered. “I think about legacy a lot”, he says, “I’d rather be known in my lifetime… it doesn’t really matter what happens to you once you’re dead.” He’s read enough to know how unpredictable memory can be; writers adored in their time, like Arnold Barnett (whose classic novel The Old Wives’ Tale inspired Sanghera’s Marriage Material) are now rarely read. For Sanghera, that unpredictability appears to be oddly freeing – as he describes, “the world decides for you” when it comes to what you are remembered for. It’s obviously not legacy that motivates him, but curiosity.

What is clearly most important in driving this curiosity is reading. I feel, as with all interviews, that I must ask the classic student journalism question of what advice he would give to students. His answer is unsurprising. Read. “We’ve got a crisis in reading”, he says, “even people who want to be writers don’t read enough.” He compares it to wanting to open a corner shop but never going to Tesco – the idea makes us both laugh but the point is serious. “Read. Read a lot. Read stuff you disagree with. Read sh*t stuff. Read good stuff. Read stuff you don’t quite understand.” This is almost radical advice for somewhere like Oxford, where, for all the endless reading done for our various essays and exams, we rarely approach books with this deliberate curiosity he describes. Our approach is too often with the purpose of ticking yet another book off the reading to-do list, rather than allowing ourselves to fall into the brilliance of a truly good book. For Sanghera, reading and writing are inseparable, and certainly neither are the endpoint: “Almost everything I’ve written, I want to rewrite.”

Top tech deals for students this Black Friday

Black Friday is a good moment to upgrade your study setup without overspending. If you’re weighing up a new laptop, better audio for classes, or a few accessories to make your day easier, it helps to arrive with a clear shortlist and a budget.

Keep an eye on trusted retailers and certified refurbishers, compare a handful of models, and decide what really supports your coursework before the offers start flying.

Essential study gear worth grabbing

Let’s start with the device you’ll use most. A nimble laptop with an up‑to‑date processor, 16 GB of RAM, and SSD storage will handle notes, research, and multitasking without fuss. If your degree leans on design, engineering or programming, consider a machine with a dedicated graphics card or Apple’s M‑series chips since you’ll gain stability and performance for the long haul. As the Black Friday listings start to surface, shortlisting two or three models helps you compare calmly and avoid impulse buys.

Tablets shine for reading and annotation, so pair one with a stylus and a lightweight keyboard to create a compact workstation for classes and the library. The real advantage is how quickly you can jump between PDFs, slides, and notes that sync across devices, which makes revision feel less cumbersome.

A good monitor and some ergonomic tweaks can change your day-to-day more than you think; a 24–27 inch IPS screen eases eye strain and makes writing or data work calmer. Watch for bundles with stands, compact Bluetooth keyboards, or laptop risers.

Audio, accessories, and smart savings

Silence helps you focus, especially in a busy flat or a crowded library. That is why noise‑cancelling headphones often see meaningful price drops during Black Friday, and they’re a safe bet if you need to block out chatter. Prefer something lighter? True wireless earbuds with a reliable mic are great for seminars and video calls, and they disappear into a pocket when you’re on the move.

Storage and power are the quiet workhorses of a smooth week. An external SSD makes backups fast and painless, while a USB‑C hub fixes the “too few ports” problem on modern laptops. Add a GaN charger, and you’ll carry less without giving up speed.

A backpack with a protected laptop sleeve, cable organisers and sturdy zips won’t grab headlines, but it prevents cracked screens and tangled chargers. When you see a solid model discounted, it’s a practical pick that lasts beyond the academic year.

Plan your buy like a pro

Start with what you truly need, like faster compiling for your code, better colour accuracy for design work, or simply longer battery life for back‑to‑back classes. Processor generation, RAM, storage type and display quality tell you more than any slogan.

Then, stack savings sensibly. Combine student discounts, loyalty points and voucher codes with Black Friday prices. Set price alerts a week early and check a product’s price history to avoid chasing “deals” that aren’t really discounts.

Finally, look at the aftercare. A clear return window, a decent warranty and access to repairs can turn a good price into a smart purchase.

Hyperactive brain, hypoactive thyroid

Many Oxford narratives have been told time and again, but the story of the chronically-ill overachieving student is one which has more fruit to bear. The experience of such an intense, fast-paced university inside a slow, self-destructive body is a poetic oxymoron worthy of exploration.

I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s Disease at eight years old, and so have come to accept it as a very mundane aspect of my day-to-day life. To the outside world, this manifests itself as daily medication, avoiding certain foods, going to bed a little earlier than most, and being very upset when my ankles get cold. Much of the time, I believe this is how it is – no different in any great capacity from everyone else. Yet in the brief moments of pause within the frenetic pace of Oxford life, I am reminded that I do, in fact, struggle with things that many of my peers have never even considered, big and small. 

Particularly as the winter months draw closer, I become wary of spending too much time outside lest my bones ache unbearably. I lose a night’s sleep, and am too exhausted to keep my eyes open to get through the four readings required of me the next day. The same is true of the weeknight clubbers, whose squeals echo around my central Oxford bedroom in the small hours. A chronically-ill friend of mine joked about taking extra sleeping pills to combat this issue. This lack of sleep causes a hefty flare of symptoms – aches, pains, fatigue, brain fog – all unfortunate afflictions when trying to keep up the academic excellence most of us aspire to achieve. 

There is a quiet sense of shame that comes with many of my symptoms. In particular, I suffer with leg pains which can sometimes stop me from walking. This is a harsh fact of late-night trips home from a ball at the Isis Farmhouse – the irony of the beautiful gown floating around my weak ankles as I insist to my friends that I can absolutely make it home. I throw around jokes about being the grandma of the group as I slip on my compression socks, or my fingerless gloves, which I can’t attend a choir rehearsal without, as my hands will lose circulation and I won’t be able to turn pages. But these measures aren’t a panacea, and as much as I would prefer to hide them away underneath a respectable healthy exterior, I now realise that my time at university is too limited to spend concealing the less aesthetic parts of myself. The public spectacle I produced by fainting in the city centre might have made me wish the ground would open up and swallow me, but at the end of the day, visibility is not a curse. These physical reminders aren’t just for myself, but others around me who might suffer and experience similar things. 

Most people can easily understand the physical symptoms like fatigue and pain. But the mental aspects are a bit more of a grey area. Brain fog, concentration, and memory problems are particularly prevalent for me, unfortunate in an environment like Oxford where academic work plays a huge role in day-to-day life. While my tutors have been accommodating, I continue to struggle with the unpredictability of my condition. Because of the nature of autoimmune diseases, it can be near impossible to plan out a week, or even a day. Having to take each day as it comes, even at the detriment of mental goals, is something I am learning to embrace throughout my experience of university. Worries about unexplained symptoms, remembering to schedule a multitude of doctors’ appointments and collect medications monopolise my time. All these aspects contribute to the perpetual uncertainty which characterises the lives of chronically ill students, inevitably exacerbated by the intensity of the Oxford environment.

During my time at university, I’ve spoken to quite a few fellow chronically-ill students about their experiences, and I’ve found comfort in our shared feelings. Besides fatigue, the common theme is frustration and isolation. There is a quiet tendency to convince yourself that “everything is fine, I’m just like anybody else, I don’t need help”. But the reality for these students is that most days can’t be predicted. Some days are more normal than others, and other days remind us why we were diagnosed. But what keeps me going is the desire to thrive and make the most of my time at Oxford, in spite of the unique challenges it throws up. Normality can’t be straightforwardly quantified, and the muted struggles and triumphs of chronically-ill students ultimately enrich the variety of perspectives that make up the Oxford experience.

Statute XI is about power, not protection

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CW: sexual harassment

Maybe it’s the American in me but when I think of an investigation, or at the very least an arrest, my mind flashes to the Miranda Rights. I’m sure you can think of a scene in a movie or TV show – “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” It’s a famous script, one that we could all probably parrot, and I’ve perhaps naively believed the same right existed here. There does not exist a true equivalent here in England, as “police caution” suggests that staying silent, though one may choose to do so, can harm your defence. Looking into the new Statute XI policies, which deal with student misconduct and discipline in the 2025/2026 Oxford Student Handbook, this pattern is echoed here: “You have the right to not answer any question, but such silence will be taken into consideration in any subsequent disciplinary hearing.” 

Talk about damning. Or, at the very least, confusing. Regardless, this is just one aspect of the Statute XI changes instituted by the University. Others include newly established jurisdiction for the University to conduct independent investigations – without having to wait for the police to conclude its own investigation first – if there is belief that misconduct has occurred or an individual is “likely” to cause harm. At first glance, these changes may be a push towards greater accountability, but in truth, they blur the line between protection and punishment, instead encouraging an overreach of institutional power. In a time when universities worldwide are grappling with the implications of campus safety and freedom of speech, Statute XI’s latest amendments do more harm than good. 

Research published in 2023 suggests that over half of Oxford students experienced some form of sexual harassment or misconduct within a single year. This is a massive issue. The University knows this; there exists a dedicated research study, OUR SPACE (Oxford Understanding Relationships, Sex, Power, Abuse, and Consent Experiences), to investigate the numbers, experiences, and impacts of sexual misconduct and harassment on campus. The Office of Students (OfS) is even running a 2025 local parallel survey to the National Student Survey (NSS) on sexual misconduct, and an independent research agency is overseeing the data collection and governance. These are serious efforts to create accountability and change and, as a researcher myself, I commend their prioritisation of safety, privacy, and anonymity.

But it’s no longer just about data collection and survey design. By expanding Statute XI to enable the University to initiate more internal investigations without a police complaint being filed, institutional power is now imbued with quasi-judicial power – leaving a system that can be unchecked, unbalanced, and unaccountable. Universities were never supposed to function as courts, and doing so runs the risk of turning justice into an arbitrary process. 

Currently, the updates to Statute XI suggest that any alleged breach in conduct will be investigated by the Proctor’s Office, who hold the power to summon individuals, interview, gather evidence, and call upon witnesses as needed. Proctors act like officers, and misconduct can thus be defined as academic or non-academic in nature. Escalations to this protocol would then be taken to either the Proctors’ Disciplinary Hearing (PDH) or to the Student Disciplinary Panel (SDP), with PDH hearings only occurring if the student consents. The policy states that in “serious cases”, PDH options will not be offered, and instead, the Proctor investigation will be escalated directly to the SDP. 

Proctors also have the wherewithal to impose “precautionary measures” on students during an ongoing investigation, such as preventing someone from entering a specific building. Whilst those who have restrictions placed on them can appeal, these new powers set the worrying precedent that proctors can take measures against students, not on the basis of what they have done, but what they might do.

Now, let’s think about this together. On what grounds can the University determine if someone is “likely” to cause harm? Or that certain precautionary measures are necessary? What kind of hops, skips, and jumps does someone need to make to arrive at such an assessment? Can you really tell me this is some sort of objective science? (It’s not, dear reader.) 

This notion of “likelihood of harm”, that is, the risk of X happening when applied in this way, can only lead to one thing: subjective bias. Disparities in disciplinary action do exist, and the data shows that this type of bias can disproportionately affect black students. 

Masquerading as a judicial system, too, does little to help the University handle its sexual misconduct problem. If anything, we get much closer to administrative paternalism, where judgement becomes the currency, and decisions are now being made on perceived risk and likelihood of crime. This results in some being considered as worthy of protection and others being labelled as a threat, which all becomes even more concerning when considering the recent influx of protests and debates on freedom of speech on campuses worldwide. Encouraging this type of judicial overreach begs the question: will students now have to self-censor for fear of being perceived as “likely” to cause harm? 

Murky investigation procedures, in the name of justice, have already shown to be ineffective at Cambridge, where new procedures for sexual misconduct were to follow civil (“balance of probabilities”) as opposed to criminal (“beyond a reasonable doubt”) standards of proof. But there is no real definitive approach to these “investigations”, ranging from email exchanges to actual evidence-gathering pursuits. 

Though these Statute XI updates may have been intended to increase accountability, safety – and perhaps even protect victims from potentially retraumatising police investigation procedures – the University is now at a concerning crossroads. Safety becomes more about compliance, rather than community, wellbeing, and genuine support, with little transparency in procedure and a high likelihood for mislabelling a “threat”. 

By, in some instances, allowing proctors to both prosecute the case and sit as judge, Statute XI warps administrative power, confusing justice with jurisdiction. The goal is to educate, not to adjudicate, and so if the University really is hellbent on dabbling in the art of jurisprudence, then we really do have a problem.

Editors note: This article reflects the opinion of the author, and not the editorial position of Cherwell. When contacted for comment, a University spokesperson said: “The changes to Statute XI, approved by Congregation, are designed to make disciplinary processes clearer, accessible and more effective. They were introduced to ensure that the University meets the appropriate regulatory requirements on harassment and sexual misconduct outlined by the Office for Students in Condition E6 – a condition of registration for higher education providers. The changes enhance the University’s ability to investigate serious misconduct and follow extensive consultation across the collegiate University, including with students via the Oxford SU. They also bring the University into alignment with many colleges as well as sector good practice guidance, including that set out by the Office for the Independent Adjudicator.”

Grilling the Parsonage: Oxford’s ‘best’ restaurant?

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Sometimes you want more than just a meal, to celebrate a birthday, an anniversary, a graduation. You want somewhere that feels like it appreciates the occasion, with delicious food, unrushed service – a restaurant with atmosphere. I was chatting with my college dad about the best restaurant in Oxford, and he insisted that the title belonged to the Parsonage Grill, which has certainly priced itself into that category of special occasion meal. A friend and I, both curious and hungry, set out to see if it lived up its lofty reputation.

The Parsonage Grill can be found in the Old Parsonage Hotel, a charming period building neighbouring St Giles’ church. The reception has a crackling fire in a hefty stone hearth – much appreciated on a chilly afternoon. We are received quickly and sat in the main dining room. The dark walls are decorated with a menagerie of portraits – superficially tasteful, but their curation feels artificial and self-conscious. 

Looking over the menu, a consistent theme emerges; this is simple, elevated British food, with some creeping French influence, served at an elevated price point. The wine list, though short, is considered, and, comparatively, priced very reasonably. We started with some fresh sourdough and butter, which although not baked in-house, was divine – incredibly soft, and a generous portion. For our first course we decide on the steak tartare, the twice-baked goat’s cheese and thyme souffle, and one oyster each. To drink, I had a dirty martini. The steak tartare was seasoned thoroughly, mixed in with diced sweet pickle (rather than the typical, more acidic cornichon), garnished with a raw egg yolk, and served with potato crisps. It was serviceable, but for £17.95, I would expect more creativity, or at least a larger portion. The souffle, however, was the star of the show. It was perfectly light, with a moreish tang from the goat’s cheese, complemented beautifully by the thyme. Unfortunately, the oysters were watery, far from the briny intensity we were looking for.

For our mains, my friend ordered the venison loin, which came with a celeriac puree, salsify, shallots, and a juniper berry jus; I picked the wild mushroom risotto, served with pickled red onion and rocket. Much like the steak tartare, the venison was respectable. It was cooked well, and the simple accompanying vegetables worked nicely, particularly the creamy celeriac puree. But for £38, its price invites comparison to top London restaurants that deliver more ambitious and creative dishes, and therefore it fell short of my expectations. Risotto can often be at the risk of being a bit one note, particularly texturally, however I can confidently say that this was not the case. The rice was silky and parmesan-forward, balanced by the meaty chunks of mushroom; there was a refreshing piquant snap of the pickled onion, and the peppery kick of rocket. Whilst £25 is still not cheap for a main, the portion was generous, and the flavours assured. 

For dessert, we opted to share a fig pavlova, which was largely unexceptional. Yet the inclusion of basil added an interesting herbaceous note, boldly complimenting the whipped cream and meringue – it is this sort of flair that I would’ve liked to see more of. Fundamentally, I fail to buy into the major selling points of the Parsonage. If I can see any great strength of this restaurant, it is consistency. The food is simple, well-executed, and competent. It’s a restaurant for relaxed conversation where the food isn’t a focal point. Though I went in with high expectations, I don’t think the Parsonage quite lives up to them.

What we ate: Goat’s cheese & thyme souffle £12.95, Steak tartare £17.95, Venison loin, celeriac puree, salsify, shallots & juniper berry jus £38.00, Mushroom risotto, pickled onions, rocket £25.00, Fig pavlova £10.50, Porthilly oysters £4.25 each, Dirty martini £15.95

Fashion around Oxford – Iggy Clarke

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Cherwell‘s current fashion inspiration is Isabel (Iggy) Clarke, a third-year English Literature student at Trinity College. You might remember her dazzling dress from the Oxford Fashion Gala last Trinity (more on that later), or you may have seen her about Oxford in her signature cowboy boots. She shared her fashion secrets with me last week over coffee at the Lamb and Flag.

Cherwell: What are you wearing right now?

Iggy: So, going from bottom to top, I’ve got my favourite cowboy boots on – they’re blue with this gold pattern on top. The dress – white, floaty, and with a drop waist – was given to me by the costume department when I played Daisy (in the Trinity Garden Play TT25, The Great Gatsby). The jumper is a navy knit with a built-in cravat on the neckline, and then my brown check blazer was my grandfather’s. 

Cherwell: So how would you describe your personal style?

Iggy: I actually don’t know, quite frankly! It differs from day to day. I flip between trying to do something classic, like Audrey Hepburn, or I can do the opposite and channel Brigitte Bardot. Some days, I’m neither. I think my style at the moment is just a matter of me picking clothes that I like and wearing them.

Cherwell: Has Oxford affected your personal style?

Iggy: I think I dress smarter now. I’ve always had a penchant for long coats, but I’m from Shrewsbury and nobody really wears them there. When I came to Oxford, I realised that everyone dressed like me, so I felt like I had to differentiate somehow. I think I’ve had to become bolder in what I wear. 

Cherwell: What is your go-to library outfit?

Iggy: If I’m just going to go to a library, then my basic outfit would be a knitted jumper and flared jeans, with either trainers (if I’m really on an essay grind) or my trusty cowboy boots. If I’m seeing a friend, I will put in a bit more effort and wear something exciting. I don’t like to waste a good outfit on a day where I’m not seeing anyone!

Cherwell: What is your favourite item in your wardrobe?

Iggy: My lovely cowboy boots. I found them on Depop, and they’re just me as a shoe. I wear them to death – I’ve had to get them resoled three times! That, or my vintage Burberry trench coat. They’re probably my two most well-worn pieces.

Image Credit: Isabel Clarke with permission

Cherwell: What is your best vintage find?

Iggy: The boots, obviously! I did find a gorgeous suede leather jacket from Burberry in a consignment shop in Berlin though.

Iggy’s big fashion tip: Find a trusted drycleaners (the suede jacket has been a victim of a bad one).

Cherwell: What’s your biggest fashion faux pas?

Iggy: When I was quite a bit younger, I went through a brief Superdry phase, which is so out of character now. I had biker boots, a hoodie, and one of those coats everyone had. I would never wear that now, but it was an era. I just wanted everything from Superdry!

Cherwell: What is one item of clothing you would never wear, and why?

Iggy: I don’t do logos as much anymore – I want the clothes to speak for themselves. I genuinely adore big designers like Dior, but when they have the monogram logo all over, I think it’s just a bit too much. Although, you could probably get around anything if you style it well. Also, I don’t think I’d wear sweatpants outside of the house. I’ve always said that if I can do one thing right, it’s dress. So, if I’m going out of the house, I’ll make sure I’m wearing something that looks like I’ve put more effort in. The very act of getting ready makes me feel like I’ve started the day. I don’t think my sweatpants with ‘Trinity’ across the bum are going to see the light of Broad Street!

Cherwell: What are the clothing items you think everyone should have in their wardrobe?

Iggy: A long coat and a good pair of boots. You need clothes that you can pull out at any time, that make you happy. Or something which has a fun story. I recently brought two jumpers off a man who came in a van to where I was staying in Scotland. Apparently, he comes once a year with a collection of Persian rugs and cashmere jumpers, so I had to buy some – just for the sake of the story, really! Everyone needs fun clothes that have good stories and just make you very happy.

Cherwell: Where are you shopping right now?

Iggy: I do a lot of my shopping from Vinted or Depop. I do browse a lot, but most of the time I will see one item and become obsessed with it. If you see something and still think about it afterwards, that’s a purchase you need to make.

Cherwell: What is your favourite place to shop in Oxford?

Iggy: Oxford does have a lot of good vintage shops. I will be a fan of Ballroom Emporium until I die. I’ve got a silk dressing gown from there that I wear to death. I’ve even worn it to the club – apparently it makes hangovers look fashionable! Also, What Alice Wore (@whataliceworeoxford), who we had at the Gala.

Image Credit: Olivia Cho with permission

Cherwell: You were president of the 2025 Oxford Fashion Gala. Can you give a brief description of what the Oxford Fashion Gala is and your role? 

Iggy: The Oxford Fashion Gala is a yearly event which happens in Trinity term. We call it a gala because aside from just being a fashion show, it is also a chance for artistic creatives in Oxford to showcase something. It raises money for Oxford Mutual Aid, so it’s a charity event – we raised around £1000 last year. The Gala is a chance for everyone to come together and really appreciate the creativity of Oxford’s students – it astounds me every time how impressive the designs are, especially with the workload that they have alongside!

Cherwell: Do you have a favourite piece that you still think about?

Iggy: Axel Roy has done a lot of the designs in the past, and I loved his dress with the koi fish at the bottom. He explained to Cherwell, I think, about the symbolism behind the dress – it really was beautiful.

Image credit: Fynn Hyde with permission

Cherwell: Anyone who went would have remembered your dress can you tell us about it?

Iggy: It makes me so happy when people say I dress well, because it is always the best compliment! The dress was from a small brand I found on Instagram, called Into Gaia. It has a sequined butterfly on the front and back of the dress, so I thought it was quite apt for the Metamorphosis theme. I also wanted an excuse to wear the dress – there’s not many occasions you can wear a full-length sheer, sparkly dress!

Cherwell: What advice would you give to someone trying to get involved in the Fashion Gala?

Iggy: Just apply – we’ll be doing applications this term. We really want people involved, especially if you can design, but also if you have any other talents – just let us know! In terms of filling out the forms, my advice would be to say any ideas you have, because that’s what things like this need, new ideas.

Cherwell: Do you have a fashion icon or designer that inspires you?

Iggy: This is a hard question because I don’t really know what my personal style is. I don’t have anyone I follow religiously, but I love looking through the ‘90s Ralph Lauren catalogues and the recent runways. I really liked the recent Chanel Spring/Summer 2026 show, especially all the drop waist designs and long, floaty fabrics. I think Pinterest is probably, if I’m being honest, my main fashion inspiration. Sometimes, if I’m really struggling to work out what to wear that day, I’ll open Pinterest and go through my meticulously curated boards!

Cherwell: Who in Oxford do you see as a fashion icon?

Iggy: Honestly, my friends. There will be different aspects of all their outfits, and I’ll almost just pick and choose what I like for myself!

Cherwell Mini Cryptic #6 – Fear Factor

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Study influencers and Oxford: Rose-tinted computer screens

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Searching ‘Oxford’ on YouTube brings up what you might expect. One thumbnail invites the viewer to “Study With Me”, the title superimposed over the Radcliffe Camera. Another recounts “a week in my life at Oxford”, complete with “dorm tour, high table dinner, [and] studying”. The status of Oxford online is almost mythological. Polished lawns and gothic spires have brought the University from a solely academic arena to an idol of dark academia aesthetics. Study influencers have eagerly engaged in this reverence, and have not halted at distant adoration. Most popular are a slightly different type of videos: “How I got my offer”. 

The popularity of study influencers reflect a generation concerned about work prospects and looking for some stability. Short-form videos bragging about UCAS results respond to contemporary anxieties about the precarious job markets. They mirror popular perceptions of Oxford not just as a place of learning, but an antique idol of security. At a time when the future of work is increasingly unclear, the rigid routines of study influencers provide some ritualistic certainty. The rise of study influencers seem to emerge between the two intersection of work-market anxiety and academic fetishism.

However, the lives these influencers present, and the version of Oxford that they create, are beyond idealised. Waking up at 5, taking no breaks while studying, and maintaining a constant posting schedule are beyond almost anyone’s abilities. For pre-uni viewers, study influencers seem to suggest that Oxford provides a perfect study routine the same way it does accommodation. But for Oxford students, the videos about their own university can end up fuelling even more anxiety. 

The rise of the study influencer 

Study influencers have been a mainstay of social media, with informality and relatability some of their main attractions. Like many online spaces, the isolation of COVID exploded the study influencers out of their niche corner of social media. The companionship offered by study influencers became doubly comforting with the social alienation forced upon students by the pandemic, particularly with schools and universities closed, and exam results uncertain. Live, multi-hour study livestreams on YouTube and TikTok became a psychological anchor for many students at home. Unlike the 2010s StudyTube creators, pandemic-era study influencers appealed mainly to companionship, not aspirational performance. As the pandemic faded away, the COVID-era casual intimacy of the study influencer swung in the opposite direction. 

Economic instability during COVID revealed uncertainty in the job market, changing the way people work and increasing remote work at a time where in-person positions are increasingly scarce. AI as a competitor to humans has become a major concern, particularly for entry-level jobs. 2023 represented one of the worst years for the banking sector since the 2007-2008 financial crisis. The Financial Times recorded over 62,000 job cuts across major banking companies such as UBS, Wells Fargo, and Morgan Stanley. In an increasingly difficult market for graduates, top institutions like Oxford, Cambridge, and Harvard can provide certainty to those looking at university. 

Study influencers became sources of reassurance, highlighting that academic strength was the solution to professional insecurity. It seems that the raw companionship of pandemic study influencers has vanished.Their content has returned to tours of ‘elite’ universities and intensely disciplined daily routines, capitalising on the youth’s dependency on secure institutions. 

The myth of Oxford 

In the study influencer world, Oxford is such a draw that creators can capitalise despite not actually studying at the University. David Cai can be seen as a representative of the contemporary era. His Instagram account boasts 108,000 followers, and on TikTok 27,700 followers. He has been posting study content since the beginning of sixth form. His Instagram reel on receiving his Oxford offer was reposted by the Oxford University Instagram page. However, Cai is a first-year student at UCL. He missed his Oxford offer. Up until his recent entrance into university, his content focused mainly on sharing his own sixth form experience through tips and advice. 

Some of his projects seem to lean towards an authoritative stance. In September 2025, Cai held paid webinar sessions with the title ‘Oxbridge Application: Everything You Need to Know’, offering ‘every little trick that helped us get our offers’. The intention is admirable; Cai’s description talks of increasing accessibility about information surrounding the applications. At the same time, it is hard to ignore that this authority comes from only two sources of credibility: an Oxford offer, and posting study content. Merely by making videos on the topic, Cai has transcended from a fellow student passing around helpful study experience, to a gospel of university admissions – an Oxford idol in himself. 

There is an element of blindness from the study influencer’s perspective. I interviewed Cai, who acknowledged that he has no concept of the tangible impact he has on his audience. From his side, his viewers are merely ‘numbers’. No matter what he says about accessibility and genuine human engagement, he is unable to control how his viewers actually perceive his content. His viewers might be truly drawn in by study tips and relatability. But it might equally be the aesthetics and status of universities Cai has come to embody.

The content he creates is equally for himself: Cai says that the work that performs the best is when he is “talking to myself”. Content creation is a sort of therapeutic, self-assuring process for Cai. Despite his extraordinary success in his admissions journey, he is ultimately just another student. By his own words, Cai’s motivation in his content was to reassure other sixth form students that he’s “struggling as well”. Yet through the title of study influencer, as well as his Oxford offer, he has become perceived as a figure of authority.

Even as part of one of the ‘stable’ institutions, Oxford students are not immune to job anxieties. Terms are packed with essays, and working a job is banned, so hopes of employment seem to rest on the vacation periods. Instead of sustained employment, most Oxford students’ main exposure to the job market will be through spring weeks and summer internships, notoriously competitive and incredibly opaque. To drudge through the specialised application process of each individual company is a ruthless task alongside the frenetic workload of the Oxford student. 

Often, it’s difficult to know what you are doing wrong. Was it the application, the grades, the extra-curriculars – or did you simply not know the right person? The study influencer provides some hope here. Their polished ‘day in the life as an Oxford student’ advertises that academic rigour translates into stable prospects. But there is a bitter contradiction that, whilst Oxford students may be realising the limits of their university, the same prestigious name draws in viewers for the study influencer. In a city that practically breathes imposter syndrome, study influencers are a constant reminder that you could be doing more. With their perfect study locations, immaculate morning routines, and superhuman work ethic, they seem like ‘real’ Oxford students. But this is nothing but detrimental for those who work differently, and idealises overworking. 

Reassurance or insecurity? 

I spoke to one first-year student at Oxford, whose immediate reaction to ‘study with me’ short videos was to “scroll past that”. On one hand, this distaste stemmed from an awareness of artifice. Post-COVID, the oversaturated arena of study influencers means intense competition with one another to wake up the earliest, to study the longest, most continuous period. Mia Yilin’s ‘4AM Stanford Student Morning Routine’ is commonplace amongst a sea of supposedly early risers. Whilst it is unfair to accuse all study influencers of portraying a false image online to promote their content, the student argued that these routines were unsustainable, and unproductive to their own motivation. 

On the other hand, despite acknowledging the unrealistic nature of extremist routines, he accepted that the main reason for avoidance was guilt. There is something ironic about viewing study content on Instagram and TikTok – these platforms are primarily a medium of guilty procrastination. Study influencers only seem to exacerbate this guilt, as their curated snippets of perfections become reminders of academic inadequacy. During the A-Level revision period, which he characterised as a time of constantly worrying that “what you’ve done is not enough”, the study influencer’s videos fuelled only stress, rather than competition. A half-minute video from a dubious source undermines all the reassurance of an Oxford offer and personal academic success.

The short video format has exacerbated all of this. Speaking to Cherwell about his Instagram and TikTok, his two main platforms, Cai is clear that he disagrees with the short video format. He considers that “social media is a terrible thing … it is terribly addictive”, especially to sixth-form students vulnerable to stress and distractions. Similar to the sentiment of guilty procrastination, there is a reductive contradiction in the medium of study influencer content. Engaging in addictive reels-scrolling is undeniably detrimental to studying, yet the authority of the study influencer seems to persuade the viewer that scrolling is somehow productive.

The curt nature of short videos means that the information conveyed is brief and simplistic: advice becomes imperative, where an Instagram reel on the Pomodoro technique declares it to be the only method of effective study. The medium itself is damagingly addictive. Even if you study ‘correctly’, the constant comparison and the unsustainable study habits and routines impressed by ‘study with me at Oxford University’ videos are equally insecurity-fuelling. Even as a then-prospective student at Oxford, the student I spoke to described the “shame spiral” this drove him into. 

From the study influencer’s perspective, Cai states that the algorithm is a “difficult one to cater to”; to balance genuine personal content with content that performs well is a struggle. The equal desires to perform well online, and to provide the most genuine personal stories thus compete within the study influencer. For both viewer and creator, the short-form video medium can often be a source of distress. 

The more accessible Oxford is online, the more distant it becomes. Antiquity and prestige establishes Oxford as a stabilising symbol; Oxford is desired for its aesthetic glamour and the job security it seems to promise. The study influencer, in the present day, reflects an anxiety-fuelled fetishism of established institutions, and presents ‘foolproof’ ways to get good grades

Besides the intentions of individual influencers, the perception of study influencers by their viewers is one of stressful competition. The viewer engages in addictive, superficially comforting reels, well aware that they should be studying, while the creator, for all their good intentions, loses any pretence of nuance in short video formats, leading to the impression of unsustainable study habits. The study influencer, and the Oxford study influencer in particular, is a paradox: when you’re on the outside, they give you a way in. But once you’re in, they might make you feel like you shouldn’t be. 

Why I no longer trust ‘male feminists’

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Over the past year, I’ve spent more time in male-dominated spaces than I ever had before. Growing up with a sister, attending an all-girls’ school, and moving in the art, theatre, and music scenes of South London, my world was shaped mostly by women. 

My first year of university brought a whole new set of dynamics to navigate – shifting friendships, uncertain first impressions, the trial and error of finding my place. Some of the men I’ve met are now among my closest friends, while others have made me more cautious about taking certain claims at face value. From the latter, I learned something else entirely: you cannot trust a man just because he calls himself a feminist.

At first, this felt like a personal lesson about who I could and couldn’t rely on. But the more time I spent in these circles, the more I realised it was part of something bigger: the way words like feminism can be emptied out when they’re too easy to claim. Of course, this isn’t new – a list as long as my arm of ‘60s activists accused of sexual abuse would say otherwise — but it feels particularly pressing now. 

As social media has turned identity into aesthetics and trends, calling yourself a feminist has become less about conviction and more about appearance. This is especially the case in communities where the term is taken as the default. The label works like social camouflage – a quick signal of belonging that shields men from scrutiny, even when their behaviour tells another story.

I began to notice it most in smaller moments – the offhand jokes and comments that hang in the air longer than they should. I initially protested their words through pointed silence, and, when the guilt of my non-confrontation finally forced me to call them out, I would be brushed aside, accused of not understanding the laddish culture of his rougher hometown. As if a postcode could launder the meaning out of the words. As if the fact of his self-proclaimed feminism erases the very real discomfort they are meant to provoke.

And it’s not just the words. It’s hidden in the Instagram account where his grid slips in a corner of a Simone de Beauvoir cover, carefully annotated and underlined. But he still follows a rapper with domestic abuse allegations, Andrew Tate, or a string of bikini models he’d never admit to liking in front of you. It’s the friend who insists he “hates toxic masculinity,” yet calls his ex-girlfriend “psycho” the minute her name comes up. Or the subtle drop in enthusiasm when you’re talking and another man enters the conversation, suddenly the real audience he wants to impress. None of these moments are catastrophic on their own, but together they form a pattern that speaks louder than the label he’s chosen for himself.

The rest is aesthetics. The chivalry in holding doors open or extreme politeness that abruptly vanishes the moment sexual interest is off the table or the ego is bruised. The cigarette, lit just long enough to suggest a pitiable tortured edge, carefully obscuring the comfortable stability of a middle-class upbringing. The sudden, almost indulgent flare of paper-cut anger, sharpened against another man’s misogyny – a release that flatters his feminist credentials even as the violence of the gesture lingers, unsettling, for a more critical eye. These aren’t random quirks; they’re part of a curated brand designed to be read as safe, progressive, and desirable.

But a performance only holds until it doesn’t. Sometimes it’s a flicker – a smile snagging sharp when you tease out a contradiction. Other times it’s a full unravelling: the frantic defensiveness, the voice pitching up like cheap fabric under strain. That reaction isn’t about protecting feminism; it’s about protecting himself, the fast-fashion facade that was always going to fray.

And the truth is, there’s no cost to this label of allyship – at least not in my small social bubble at university. I’m glad, genuinely, that there’s been an increase in discussion and a reduction of stigma around the term “feminist”. That’s not something to be undervalued, especially in the face of rising red-pill and anti-feminist rhetoric. But alongside this comes a troubling ease: men can take on the label without ever having to grapple with what it means, or risk anything by using it. That lack of cost – even the presence of incentives – creates a gap between the safety women are induced to feel around a ‘feminist’ man and the actions those same men sometimes take. And it’s in that gap that the danger lies.

And here’s what I’ve learned most clearly: the moments when a man’s feminism really matters aren’t the ones lit up for display. They’re not in the loud declarations or the carefully crafted performances. They’re in the private spaces – in the dark, where intimacy makes a moment both beautiful and vulnerable. That’s where trust is tested, where instincts and intuition are all you have to go on. And it’s in those spaces that the gap between words and actions shows itself most vividly. Too many of us know what it feels like when the man who called himself a feminist still crosses the line, still ignores a “no”, still believes his desire matters more than your safety. That’s the place where the slogans can’t reach, where the mask slips, and where the cost of misplacing trust becomes something you carry with you. That is why I will never give away that trust freely again. The benefit of hindsight revealed the hollowness behind his words I couldn’t see before.

So, when I say I no longer trust men who call themselves feminists, I don’t mean that there are no men who use this label and truly mean it. Instead, I mean that I have been reminded that trust has to be earned, and as always, actions speak louder than words.