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Shamed into silence: how our language and culture forces women into compliance

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One word I’ve been called far too often is “feisty”. Feisty for having an opinion, bossy for taking charge. I’ve had enough.

“The lady doth protest too much.” Descriptors like “gutsy” and “feisty” are infantilising, cheap putdowns because women aren’t behaving the way we’re supposed to. They’re disembodied marketing terms used to trick us into buying products that only serve to further make women seem silly or self-obsessed. Words like “bossy” tell women one thing: don’t speak up or make your voice heard.

And it shows. The Office for National Statistics (ONS) have recently released the workplace equality statistics for 2019, which show that despite efforts by women’s rights groups to close the pay gap, the gap has widened in favour of men this year. Seventy-eight percent of Britain’s biggest employers reported a gap in favour of men. And we know why. Women are less likely to negotiate their starting salaries, less likely to go for promotions or ask for pay rises, and more likely to go part-time to raise their family.

Office culture is such that women are discouraged from speaking out, from raising their voices, from voicing their discomfort at toxic office behaviours. Our problems are marginalised and trivialised, we’re “bossy” and “difficult to work with”. Why? Because it’s easier than acknowledging there’s a problem with the way men treat women.

This week, Prince Andrew has spoken out for the first time in an interview about his friendship with convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein, and has since “taken a step back from his royal duties” after pressure from companies and charities he supports. Also among the complainants are the supporters of a victim who says the convicted child sex offender Epstein trafficked her to London to engage in sexual relations with the royal.

Jeffrey Epstein represents all that is abhorrent about celebrities and the power dynamics they create. Earlier this year in a packed New York City courtroom, 23 women spoke out about the sexual abuse they faced as young girls at his hands. An anonymous victim said he had “stolen her dreams and her childhood”.

Prince Andrew shows no remorse over his friendship with Epstein, and spent most of the interview fabricating a story about a Pizza Express in Woking and his non-functioning sweat glands. Quite frankly I don’t care about Prince Andrew. In the media storm that followed, the memes about the restaurant chain have smothered the cries of the victims. Did we forget the terrible reality of the abuse in the furore?

I’m disgusted that the public are more obsessed with a minor royal than in uproar about the reality for the victims, whose lives have been irreversibly changed by their experiences with these men. The marginalisation of female and minority voices is a terrifying reality, but we are fighting back.

The Me Too movement has had a profound impact on raising women’s issues and enacting real change. The federal BE HEARD Act, introduced by Congress earlier this year, will overhaul workplace harassment laws; the Time’s Up Legal Defence Fund has helped over 3,600 people seek justice over sexual harassment and abuse.

Most importantly, survivors knew they weren’t alone. People who had never had to think about sexual harassment before suddenly saw how much it affected their family and friends, neighbours and co-workers. Me Too has changed the way we think about power; according to a December 2018 poll, the Brett Kavanaugh hearings made 50 percent of American voters think about the male monopoly on power within the government.

Organisations within Oxford University such as SpeakOut and It Happens Here, the SU Campaign against sexual violence, are making a difference at a local level and attempting to bring light to the epidemic of sexual violence across university campuses by providing advice for victims on the process of reporting as well as support and a community which stands behind victims. Even one voice has an impact – together with other individual voices the murmur becomes a noise which becomes a storm, raging through the institutions which perpetuate toxic culture.

This week, the Oxford Union President resigned from office after 55,000 people signed a petition for justice for Ebenezer Azamati, who was dragged out of the Union’s debating chamber in a horrific display. But it’s not enough to remove the poster figure. Many will step in to fill his place. The Union is more than its President. On that night that a blind person was dragged from his seat at a debate, hundreds of educated students sat and watched it happen.

Nobody had the courage to speak up in his defence.

Organisations like these need to be rebuilt from the ground up, the prejudices that created them burned to ash and dust. But if we can’t burn down the Oxford Union or, indeed, any institution which has prejudices (which is to say, all institutions), we can rock their foundations. We must not stay silent.

For women and marginalised groups, to speak out is not an option but a compulsion, as we face prejudice every day, from the smallest microaggressions to systematic suppression of sexual violence complaints.

So, change your language. Tarana Burke and Alyssa Mirano who started the #MeToo movement aren’t “badass”. Kesha isn’t a “boss bitch” or your “unproblematic fave”. They’re brave. They’re survivors. They’re powerful individuals who spoke out against sexual violence, against injustice and prejudice when the whole world was trying to keep them silent.

But more importantly, change your attitude and your actions. Victims all over the world don’t want your Instagram captions, your slogans and your solidarity, your empty words. We want you to stand with us.

Review: The Crucible

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‘Abigail, I pray you feel the weight of truth upon you.’

The Crucible is a play for our times. Nearly seventy years have passed since its first performance, and over three centuries stand between the spectator and the 1692 Salem witchcraft trials depicted in the play; yet Arthur Miller’s masterpiece still hits home. A meditation on the exploitation of fear and the distortion of truth to further one’s personal aims, The Crucible remains profoundly relevant in our world of post-truth politics. 

Much like in our current political world, there’s a lot of shouting involved in director Cesca Echlin’s take on Miller’s play. It was a risky move done successfully. The dichotomy created between the frantic dialogue and the austere aesthetics of the setting and the character’s clothes brings out the sense of hysteria of the situation. The intimate environment of the Pilch ties the spectator  into the violence and distress of the characters’ situation, which proves to be a claustrophobic, yet ultimately moving experience.  

The acting was startingly good with many cast members convincingly played multiple roles. The performances successfully capture the personal nature of the drama, set in an isolated community where every character seems to be at odds with his fellow man. Gavin Fleming’s interpretation of Reverend Parris was genius. He inhabits the character down to the very raptor-like movement of his fingers and the hunch of his back. His frantic outbursts perfectly brought out the pathetic nature of a man whose sole concern is his own reputation. Reverend Parris was as detestable as he should have been.  

A special mention must also be given to Maddy Page, whose performance as Elizabeth Proctor beautifully captured how below the character’s stern and seemingly unforgiving attitude lies a woman profoundly hurt by the husband whom she loves. Alex Mark’s interpretation of John Proctor too brought out the character’s duality: Proctor was at once a man of his time, occasionally abusive and almost always sexist, as well as a rare promise of moral integrity in a world crippled by mass-hysteria. Through the two actors’ compelling performance, the Proctor’s own domestic tragedy emerges as a deeply-moving instance of pathos in the midst of a provincial world gone mad. 

However, I am not sure I was entirely convinced by the use of music at the end of scenes. It seemed to interrupt the tension created by the silence of a finished scene, only to introduce an element of almost clichéd melodrama. 

The fact that my only criticism lies in the pedantic discussion of sound technicalities should be a testament to how much I did in fact adore the rendition of the play. It was an intimate, though-provoking and at times even surprisingly funny performance, that convincingly brought to life a play gone stale, for many of us, after tedious analysis during our school days.

In Defence of Rowing

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Rowing is not always fun. In my two-and-a-bit years of college rowing, I have had blisters on my hands so bad it hurt just to move, collected hundreds of shin bruises that I don’t even remember getting, and am writing this with some rather fetching cow-print kinesiology tape across my aching back. Sometimes it is so cold that your hands burn, or you end up rowing in rain so heavy that you can barely see the person in front of you. Despite all this, choosing to join Oriel Boat Club (although as a 5’10 sporty girl I’m not sure I ever actually had a choice) is the best thing I’ve done in my entire degree.

I read a lot of negative stuff about rowing, and honestly I can see why from an outsider’s perspective we look kind of ridiculous. Two days a week the Oriel Senior women drag themselves out of bed at 4.50am to go to Wallingford and row up and down in the freezing cold for a bit, before (at least me personally) we spend the rest of the day complaining about being tired, and then head to weights in the evening to exhaust ourselves even more.

Yet even the most ardent anti-rowers have to admit that physically, rowing is almost always good for you. I liked exercise even before Oriel, but I’m stronger, fitter, and have significantly more mental endurance than I did when I first started. But that’s arguably not the main reason that rowing is so beneficial. Physical health is one thing, but mental health, particularly at Oxford, is something that people often neglect, and the effects that rowing has on this can be hugely beneficial.

I showed up to Oriel College characteristically a bit too early on 1st October 2017 with zero friends and somehow even less self-confidence. Most of that first day of freshers is a blur, but what was maybe the most important moment though seemed very inconspicuous at the time. One of the second years helped me drag all my bags up to my room, on the top floor as per usual, and on the way we had the classic polite chat. At one point, both of us trying to play down how much we were gasping for breath, she asked me in a perfectly polite way, “You’re tall, have you ever considered rowing?”. What I didn’t know was that she was the current Boat Club Captain (and an incredibly lovely person who is now my ‘rowing mum’). Without knowing what I was signing myself up for, I was suddenly sucked into the boat club.

I think about that moment quite a lot. It was, in fact, running through my head on the bung-line of summer VIIIs last year as I took deep breaths from the 4 seat of W1 in an attempt to distract myself from how incredibly terrified I was. There have been times where I have very seriously wondered how my life would be if I hadn’t taken up a whole new sport, and done something more normal for a state school girl from Scunthorpe, such as stuck to my roots and become a swimmer, or just kept things simple and descended into mild alcoholism.

What I have to say though is I don’t think I’d be as confident, self-assured, or honestly, happy, if I hadn’t chucked myself into a boat at 6am one morning and hoped for the best. The thing is, there’s so much more to being part of OCBC than just what weights you’re lifting or how many watts you’re generating.

I’ve never known a group of girls who speak about their bodies as healthily as the people I’ve rowed with. We definitely all have our own struggles and worries, but being part of a team is about looking after each other, and supporting each other just as much as it is rowing perfectly in time. More than that, I have found that learning to care about what my body can do, rather than how it looks has been incredibly beneficial. In our society, there is incredible pressure on girls to look a certain way (there is incredible pressure on everyone, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve experienced the female aspect first hand).

Although I tried my best not to care about how thin/pretty/everything we’re told to look like I was growing up, it’s really hard to reject these things when they’ve been pushed at you your entire life. It is incredibly empowering to be around a team of women, particularly as a fresher, who aren’t concerned with getting sweaty or red or windswept, they’re concerned with what their bodies can do. I definitely can’t speak for all clubs and rowers, but my time in the boat club has had a phenomenally positive impact on how I view myself and my body.

This isn’t limited to just me. As one friend and teammate of mine who has also struggled with mental health put it: “rowing is sometimes the only thing that makes me drag myself out of bed in the morning.’’ If you don’t show up you let at least nine other people down, which is really motivating and almost always means you do go, and you end up glad you did, turning up to a 9am lecture having already achieved something with your morning.

There’s something about going through the dark, cold mornings, and the exhausting ergs together that form an incredibly close bond between people who may be very different in other ways. Having frank conversations with the people in my club about mental health, be that panicking on an erg, or how to deal with the general rubbish that life can throw at you is really helpful, and having fantastic friends and role models in the form of the women I’ve trained with has been invaluable. From speaking to countless other people about this, I know I’m not the only one.

Rowing is not a solution to mental health issues. Although it has helped me a lot when it comes to managing stress and anxiety and improving body image, what helped me the most was booking an appointment with the counselling service and going through CBT and therapy. Although my advocacy here for rowing is hopefully valid, and I would encourage everyone to try rowing, for some people committing to something this big and time- consuming just isn’t realistic, and sometimes the help of medical professionals is the most important step to take.

So ultimately, maybe I am just living up to a huge rower stereotype, but I would encourage even just trying getting in a boat and seeing if it helps you if you’re struggling, or just brings some new joy to your life if you’re already feeling pretty good about everything. On a scientific level, exercise in general releases endorphins that help your mood (this is about as much as I know, I am a historian after all, but trust me on this part). But more than that, feeling part of a community that really supports you, which for me is Oriel College Boat Club, can have an incredibly positive impact on your life, and give you a sense of belonging which can really help at a university like Oxford.

Self-care for me maybe setting an alarm for 4.50 to go and pull on an oar for a bit, but even if that doesn’t help you, try and find something that makes you feel productive, and accepted, and good about yourself too. If you’re struggling with the same sort of stuff I did, or any other mental health issue, speak to someone about it and figure out what combination of things can help. You all deserve to be happy, and it’s important to prioritise that.

This Is What Happens When Students Play At Politicians

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I won’t waste words discussing the ins and outs of what has happened with the Union this week, mainly because if you’re reading this you probably already know. But also: I don’t want to waste many words on students who are, quite frankly, in my opinion, some of the worst this university has to offer.

Usually, the abhorrent actions of the Union are kept within Oxford and its student papers comment and report on them, but this time: The Times and Sunday Times, The Telegraph, Daily Mail, The Guardian and The Sun picked it up.

Suddenly the actions of a minority of insipid Union committee members became national news, reflecting badly on the whole university and the people in it. Not only has Brendan McGrath – quite rightly – resigned, but with him has gone most of his committee. Not being a Union hack, or even a member, I have never paid much attention to the seemingly arbitrary self-aggrandising roles these students occupy.

All I know and have felt since coming to Oxford is that the Union is not for everyone, despite what it tries to convey. It’s expensive, and even the membership for us ‘disadvantaged’ students is a lot of money when you know how much food that £169.95 could buy, or where it could be better spent. The whole concept of the Oxford Union is an outdated one.

My problem here, however, is the fake sense of caring that the resigning committee members have shown this week. Once the national press got involved, they scarpered. Thinking more about their LinkedIn profiles and whether they could get that SPAD job they’d hoped for, rather than the fact that Ebenezer Azamati – a blind postgraduate student – was forcibly removed from the building, a charge of violent misconduct brought against him, and his membership revoked.

Why didn’t McGrath’s committee resign then? Because there was no need to, and whilst McGrath was safe, so were they. But now?

We are witnessing rats leaving a sinking ship. Scheming for their next move within the Union, forming their slates and pretending they are the worthy ones, the one who chooses to stand against the injustice…six weeks after it all happened.

The problems I see when I look at the Oxford Union is that is made up of students playing politicians, just as some people may look at this newspaper and see it as students playing at being journalists reporting on students playing politicians. However, both the combination of national interest in Azamati’s – not McGrath’s, I might add – story, and the fact the Union was allowed to make such calls highlights the huge, central problem with the Oxford Union: the University itself doesn’t affiliate with it.

The Union stands on its own from the University, allegedly – but if so, then why are students so encouraged to give hundreds of pounds away to it, and why does its stall stand so prominently at the University-affiliated freshers fair, where many students will hear about it for the first time, given pens, memory sticks, beer mats or whatever crap the Union is giving out? Unfortunately, the Oxford Union and Oxford University are not distinguished as separate things. When events like these happen in the Union, it reflects on the university.

It’s important to remember that the premise of the Union is actively against inclusion, even in the fact that Union presidents suspend studies for the year; most people couldn’t afford to do this unless they truly had to.

Harry Hatwell, the student who brought forward the motion to impeach McGrath, has announced he is “writing to the Vice-Chancellor, Professor Louise Richardson, asking her to formally end all links between the Union and the University.” A move I support. We cannot continue to allow the Union to behave as it does: either the University takes some proper control over the Union, or breaks every tie with it – although they claim to have none – to show real action.

To all the people not at Oxford or who haven’t studied or taught here – which is, you know, the vast majority of people in the world – the Oxford Union is mistaken as what every other university has in a student union.

It’s probably the most ostentatiously Oxbridge thing that our student unions and whatever this eg–boosting union is, are separate things entirely. As if Oxford wasn’t bloated on its privilege enough already.

The Student Union and the Oxford Union could not be further apart in nature and activity. However, it is the latter that commands the most attention whilst the former does more actual good for Oxford. The events that have taken place within the Union this term are a consequence of what happens when students are allowed to pretend to be politicians.

‘Impeachment’, ‘resignation’, ‘standing for election’ – these are not the words that should be used for a student society, and remember that is all the Union is, despite its lavish pretentious facade.

The Union must be made accountable: we need to hold them to account. This sort of nonsense just cannot carry on. Otherwise: we are looking at our next load of Johnsons, Goves, Camerons, and Osbournes.

100th year of Major Stanley’s match

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Last Wednesday afternoon, Iffley Road sports ground once again played host to OURFC’s historic Major Stanley’s match, this year particularly significant as it marks 100 years since the match was first played. Named after Major R.V. Stanley, an Oxford local who became the RFU representative for the team between 1907-23, the fixture has been played annually since 1919. Each year an invitational side is chosen or formed to play the Blues in anticipation of their Varsity fixture in December; the Stanley’s team has had big names from world rugby among its ranks in previous years, and Anthony Thomas Voyce, a flanker who went onto play for England twenty-nine times, played in the inaugural match.

For both sides, this match comes as a crucial indicator of form with now less than a month to go before they take on Cambridge at Twickenham stadium, and for the women’s side the match was a momentous occasion, as they played their first-ever Major Stanley’s fixture since its formation in 1919.

This year, the teams which the Blues would take on were made up entirely of OURFC alumni; the men’s team was co-ordinated by Steve Hill and included players such as Luke Sheriff and Dylan Munro, who now both play for the Harlequins, Hugo McPherson, of Haywards Heath RFC, and Lewis Anderson, of Littlemore RFC. The women’s team, co-ordinated by former OUWRFC president Ellaine Gelman featured players including Sophie Behan, of Rosslyn Park RFC, London Irish’s Georgia Ling, and Catherine Wilcock, who currently plays for Preston Grasshoppers RFC.

After losing their BUCS fixture against Cambridge the previous week, the women’s blues had suffered a hit to morale, however this match gave them a chance to bounce back, and captain Hazel Ellender led the team to a storming 14-10 victory over the strong invitational side.

The first half saw plenty of action, with both sides evenly matched from the outset. Centre Zoe Nunn managed to score a try for the Blues, which was swiftly converted to seven points by Christ Church’s Pat Metcalfe-Jones. Wing Clodagh Holmes, from Univ, followed up with a second try for Oxford, and Metcalfe-Jones ably kicked the ball between the posts to cement the Blues’ lead. The opposition side also claimed two tries in the first half, however with two failed conversion kicks, leaving the Blues ahead at the half-time whistle.

The second half, while devoid of scoring from either team, was a test of the Blues’ defence, and a good opportunity to practice against a strong attacking side. Ultimately though, the score remained the same, and the Blues were victorious, with the conversion kicks proving to be the decider of the day in favour of a strong Oxford team. Captain Hazel Ellender suffered an injury to her knee during the match, and is set to have a scan to assess the damage, but will hopefully be fit to play again for the Varsity fixture on the 12th December.

The men’s fixture, which kicked off at 3.45pm, was similarly close-fought, and provided an excellent spectacle for the assembled crowd, with a final score-line of 40-40. For the opening twenty minutes of the fixture, the Oxford side struggled to retain the ball, and Hugo McPherson followed by Jack Reeves scored tries for the Stanley’s side in the opening fifteen minutes, with a conversion from Dan Lewis meaning that the Blues were 12-0 down.

However, spurred on by the poor start, Oxford soon responded with a try from Tom Stileman to get them off the mark. This was followed by another soon after from scrum half Jack Dalton, and with a conversion from Tom

Humberstone, the score was level again. Having found their feet, the Blues continued to dominate the latter part of the first half, with another two tries, coming from Sam Ridgeway and Ryan Jones, with two conversions from Humberstone meaning the first half ended with a score of 26-12. The second half opened with a similar intensity, and tries came swiftly from both sides: Major Stanley’s Fred Myatt managed to close the gap a little before another try from Oxford’s Ridgeway put the home side ahead again. However, the invitational side started to put their foot down as the match went on, and a further three tries put them 40-33 ahead as the match came into its closing minutes. With tensions high, a throw-in was taken near Oxford’s scoring end, the ball was passed back to hooker Josh Navarajasegaran, of Merton, and he was able to take it over the line. Oriel’s Louis Jackson successfully converted it to bring the score level to 40-apiece as the final whistle blew, bringing an exciting day of matches to a close and upping the excitement as the teams get one step closer to Twickenham.

Profile: Zoë Wanamaker

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As calm and collected as I would like to sound, I am nonetheless nervous when Zoë Wanamaker, household name and great of the acting world, calls me for our phone interview. I’m sitting on the floor of the English Faculty, in the quietest spot I can find. Part of me is irritated by the loud shuffling of people beside me as I strain to hear Zoë over the dodgy phone speaker, but her laid-back affability puts me completely at ease. The glamorous eccentricity I imagine at the other end of the line is a far cry from my own hunched and dishevelled appearance, having abandoned Edmund Spenser in the lecture theatre to talk to Zoë, the Olivier Award-winning actor with innumerable credits to her name, who I have admired for some time. 

Zoë’s relationship with the acting world has been a long one. Daughter of Sam Wanamaker, the visionary mind behind the rebuilding of Shakespeare’s Globe, and Canadian actress Charlotte Holland, Zoë’s life has never been based too far from a theatre. Shortly after her birth, her father discovered he had been blacklisted by McCarthy for alleged communist sympathies; thereafter, they remained in England. Zoë was not actively encouraged to follow her parents’ example in the acting world during her childhood. ‘My parents didn’t want me to do it… they were both very worried about this business of rejection’. I suggest that, yes, it’s true that you need to have a thick skin in the acting world, but Zoë doesn’t agree. ‘I don’t have a thick skin at all’. This is the reasoning behind her initial art school education, where she completed a pre-diploma course. She doesn’t seem to have any regrets about this side of her schooling, but she doesn’t consider it formative; she doesn’t exude the same passion she does when she speaks about acting. ‘It was a solitary thing’, she says, adding that she didn’t feel confident enough to continue this aspect of the creative arts. Next for Zoë was a secretarial course, the advert for which on the tube promised ‘a good job fast in three months’. This course, incidentally, was how she discovered her dyslexia. Finally, after becoming a ‘girl Friday’ in a casting director’s office, where she adds: ‘they care more about what you look like’ than anything, she went to drama school.

I wonder if her parents’ lasting legacy had an impact on her as she trained to become an actor, and whether she feels the pressure of it now. ‘Yes’, she pauses, ‘yes, definitely’. Alumni of some of the first classes of Strasberg, often called the ‘father of method acting in America’, Zoë’s parents’ success undeniably had some effect on their daughter as she chose to pursue the same career. ‘Dad was one of the first method actors to come to this country in the theatre’, and left an impression on the theatre scene that endures to this day. The impression I get from Zoë is not one of imitation, however, or of an artificially fabricated pastiche of her parents’ styles. She embraces the talent and expectation established in her parentage, but seems to have forged her own path, veering away from ‘Zoë Wanamaker: daughter of acting legends’ but more towards ‘Zoë Wanamaker: actor in her own right’. She references the Method acting style made famous by her father and his contemporaries, but laments the unhelpful style of teaching when she was at drama school: ‘when I asked at drama school whether we could learn the Method, they said: ‘no, go and read a book’, which is not how you do it… you learn by doing’. She did learn by doing, joining theatre companies as part of a repertory theatre, where she played at the Oxford Playhouse for six months, among other nationwide locations; a ‘wonderful’ opportunity to practise beyond the ostensibly restrictive bonds of a drama school education. Zoë’s passion is for the tangibility of drama; there is no abstraction to Zoë’s love for theatre, rather it is something to engage with, to converse with. She lauds the importance of doing, of getting involved. Learning something as dynamic as acting from a textbook is no way to do it. Acting is artisan, a skill to be crafted, gradually and lovingly, by hand.

A combination of passion and craft inevitably brings me to discussion of her father’s passion project: the rebuilding of Shakespeare’s Globe on the Southbank. I ask her if she has ever considered acting there: ‘I’ve considered it and decided not to… it’s too much pressure on me and probably on them’. The only time Zoë has acted on the Globe’s stage was during its opening ceremony in front of the Queen, when then-artistic director Mark Rylance asked her to play the Chorus of Shakespeare’s Henry V.  She is anxious to make the distinction between her own goals and her father’s. ‘I’m not my dad’ she says, distancing herself as an actor from the project she has no filial obligation to continue, without separating herself from it completely: ‘it’s a fantastic space.’ I ask Zoë’s opinion about the recent controversy surrounding the departure of Emma Rice, the previous artistic director of the Globe, from her position. It was only two seasons after her debut that the board Rice was chosen by decided they preferred the more traditional approach to Shakespearean theatre, resistant to her idiosyncratic use of lighting and sound. Rice’s departure invited conversation about the modernisation of traditional theatre, especially Shakespeare, and I am interested in Zoë’s stance. She takes no ownership of the theatre, trusting the board and artistic director, but implies that Rice’s productions’ more modern features are an indispensable aspect of her style, ‘and the board should have recognised that’. Zoë maintains that this may not follow the edict of the Globe, which began as a return to stark, open-air theatre as it would have been while Shakespeare was writing, but ‘the Globe is an experimental place and should always be so’. In terms of more experimental works, she is refreshingly open. ‘Like all art, it’s a matter of your own taste, and if it’s done well, it’s done well’. Zoë seems to recognise the theatre as a mutable form, reluctant to resign it to traditional sensibilities that could potentially stunt its growth, adaptation and metamorphosis within the artistic and cultural scene.

I had read before our interview that Zoë claimed: ‘theatre is the lifeline of this country’. I ask her if she can elaborate, and she replies with endearing curtness: ‘not really’. ‘Art is a lifeline’, she says, ‘it is a reflection of our country’. In the wake of arts subjects being cut from curriculums and their value questioned, Zoë’s opinions about art’s primacy in our culture as we know it are uplifting. ‘Language particularly is very important. What’s interesting is that language has diminished where politicians are concerned’. Zoë has said in the last ten minutes that she wouldn’t get political, but this demonstrates how irrevocably art is linked to politics and the world around us. We are reminded of how relevant it continues to be, especially in schools.

‘The joy of the English language is delicious when it is given to us with enthusiasm and energy… and it all starts with education. Kids now are allowed less and less to enjoy and relish language’

Zoë maintains that ‘theatre is a lifeline because it allows the brain to work in different ways other than a syllabus, and that’s what we need’. Theatre is expressive and experimental, and ‘we have to keep that going, otherwise our imagination dries up and shrivels… we’re just robots’. Hamlet’s existential dread, Lear’s nihilistic defeat or Juliet’s fatal passion are all useful, in Zoë’s eyes, for our theatrical and cultural education: ‘these stories are all about the human condition’. Talking to Zoë, you cannot lose the sense of the big, dramatic, picture.

            Zoë’s most recent performance was in ‘Two Ladies’, written by Nancy Harris, at the Bridge Theatre. Rooted in the political opinions Zoë and I skirt around, the play is a visceral, brutal cross-examination of the human condition. It is a dissection, but instead of an operating room, we are presented with a claustrophobic skyscraper office, in which Harris has the (semi-fictionalised) First Ladies of France and the USA trapped, circling each other like lions. I ask Zoë if she believes we have a responsibility to use theatre as a platform for exploring the political milieu. ‘I think it’s a discussion. The play is what we perceive of them. They are called ‘trophy wives’ and that’s it… Melania Trump is treated like a stupid woman and Mrs Macron is viewed simply as an older woman who had an affair with an 18-year-old boy… it’s a discussion about what’s underneath those characters.’

The women’s characters are built on assumption, formed by each other, and by us as the audience. I went to see the play the next Saturday on its closing night; I scribbled quotes that particularly caught my attention throughout. Zoë’s character, the First Lady of France, says the two of them are ‘wives with tiny bags and big husbands’. It is a script that plays on this inevitable partnership between politics and performance, in this case gender as well as global politics. Upon this suggestion, Zoë says: ‘women are side-lined into categories of: how old they are, and what they’re wearing’, and the immaculate designer skirt-suits and handbags, representative of this veneer of the feminine paradigm, paradoxically reveal that ‘we know nothing about them… at all’.

 Though implicit, it is obvious that the women are based on real people, and I ask if she has ever played any real-life characters. Her most recent example is her portrayal of Stevie Smith in ‘Stevie’ in 2014. ‘I did a lot of visual work, a lot of background on what was going on at the time… not only politically, but literally, where she lived, how she lived.’ The fascinating eccentricities of Stevie Smith, I imagine, are hard to master. I ask Zoë if she feels she needs to find something within her characters that she can relate to in an effort to better portray their individual peculiarities: ‘you just get a smell of somebody, or an idea… it always goes through you, as you Emily, or me Zoë, so it’s your interpretation, your imagination… you can’t be them, because that would be silly, but you can only interpret them, and hope that their energy goes into what you’re doing.’ She admires playwright Hugh Whitemore’s ‘immaculate’ research for his scripts, and urges me to read some. I ask her if she has ever turned her own hand to writing.

‘Never.’

‘Do you think you ever will?’

‘No!’

She admits the vital role of the actor in workshopping the script. Before the run of ‘Two Ladies’, cuts were made to the script after exploring it, and discovering problems that were only realised through acting. I’m reminded of Zoë’s doctrine: learning through doing. She feels the performance changes every night, and in her, acting seems organic and natural.

My final question is obvious, but necessary, I feel, in conversation with a theatrical oracle. I ask if she has any advice for young people looking to enter the acting world. She suggests finding something more practical you enjoy too, because ‘you need to eat’. However, she is far from discouraging in regard to new dramatic talent. Lamenting that, with TV, ‘it’s hard to get young people into the theatre to see how exciting it is, how interesting it is, to listen to the language’, Zoë is obviously passionate about the continuation of the art form she loves. As she says, ‘it’s magical’, and my thirty-minute conversation with her convinces me that, despite her acting pedigree and experience, all she really wants to do is share that magic with us.


Cheesy Chips Review

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The humble polystyrene box full of cheesy chips – a student classic. It seems that every college has unwavering loyalty to one particular kebab van, which provides us all with the perfect follow up to Park End’s cheese floor.As Oxford’s self-appointed cheesy connoisseur, I set out on a quest: I had 24 hours to objectively evaluate the city’s four most esteemed establishments.

Oh, and a disclaimer. I go to Worcester.
So Branos wins.

HASSAN’S

I came here with high hopes, especially considering that at £3, these were the most expensive chips. It was, however, very underwhelming. While the chips themselves were greasy and beautiful, the cheese had congealed on top and they were severely under-seasoned. Disappointing.

CRUNCH: 4/5 FLUFFINESS: 4/5 CHEESE PULL: 2/5 CHEESE TASTE: 2/5 SEASONING: 1/5 Total: 13/25

MCCOY’S

This was a late addition to the list and I struggled to find it, having to even ask some bemused Pembroke porters where it was, but I was pleasantly surprised once I found it. The chips were slightly sub-par and some were under-cooked inside but the cheese was beautifully nutty yet sharp; it’s just a travesty there wasn’t more of it

CRUNCH: 3/5 FLUFFINESS: 2/5 CHEESE PULL: 3/5 CHEESE TASTE: 5/5 SEASONING: 4/5 Total: 17/25

HUSSAIN’S

This was the friendliest of the four places I visited, and they were very quick to serve me and generous with the cheese. Sadly, this meant that the chips had been sitting out, and so had got a bit soggy, and there wasn’t really any cheese pull as it didn’t melt. But the seasoning was exquisite.

CRUNCH: 2/5 FLUFFINESS: 2/5 CHEESE PULL: 1/5 CHEESE TASTE: 4/5 SEASONING: 5/5 Total: 14/25

BRANOS

They say that Heaven is a place on Earth, and I think I’ve found it tucked away around the back of Gloucester Green. The cheese was cheesy and gooey, the chips chippy and fluffy, and the seasoning salty. The ultimate place for any meal, whether it be after a night out or for breakfast, lunch or dinner.

CRUnCH: 5/5 FLUFFINESS: 5/5 CHEESE PULL: 5/5 CHEESE TASTE: 5/5 SEASONING: 5/5 Total: 25/25

A Guide to The Oxford Wine Company

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As I have discovered over the past two years, The Oxford Wine Company can boast of a rare thing, the provision of a Bacchic solution to two perennial events of almost every student’s life: pres and the essay crisis. The latter is perhaps better known: the Oxford Wine Café, located on the corner of Little Clarendon, is undoubtedly the ideal spot to fit in an afternoon of work, a welcome oasis of gleaming wood, bright light, and deep leather armchairs when the prospect of a dark and dusty library corner is just too daunting.

Here you can lunch on soups, salads, and smoothie bowls, energised by their excel- lent coffee. But it’s when the health buzz and caffeine starts to wear off, and it feels like you’ll never hit two thousand words that this excellent institution really comes into its own, because now you can turn to a refreshing glass of Vermentino or a calming Burgundy and relax as the words start to flow just a little bit more easily.

Of course, if you’re feeling sensible you might instead motivate yourself with the promise of a celebratory drink once the essay is complete – but personally I’d recommend taking advantage of the illusion of acceptability that the word ‘café’ provides day-drinking with. Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, trust me.

In addition to the flash of marking genius that came up with this verbal alternative to ‘bar’ and thus hit the bull’s eyes with the stressed afternoon student demographic, the Oxford Wine Company also hosts a series of one-off or annual events, such as the Bordeaux Dinner (a Quod-catered, three course meal accompanied by wines which are probably older than you are – admit- tedly it only costs slightly less than a ball ticket and therefore, although objectively good value for money, isn’t the best suited for the average student budget) and the Oxford Wine Fair .

The Oxford Wine Fair is held in the Randolph ballroom; having purchased a ticket you then, for the evening, have the opportunity to sample over 80 different wines – and believe me, 80 glasses, even if they’re tasting portions, will almost definitely see you through to Bridge and beyond.

On a more serious note, if you do consider yourself something of a connoisseur when it comes to wine this particular tasting event is very reasonably priced, and a lovely opportunity to talk to some wine producers and vintners. Anybody who frequents their central store on Turl Street will know that it can be a bit hit and miss when it comes to value for money, and often it seems that even the 10% student discount and added bonus of having your purchase lovingly wrapped in Oxford-blue tissue paper doesn’t really make it superiors to the wine-shelf at Tesco’s.

The Fair (and indeed the Café) allow you sample some of their range and determine where the gems lie (in my opinion, towards the front of the store where the European wines are; their selection from the new World lurking at the back has yet to impress me). A particular favourite of mine is the Chateau Haut Gaudin (£12.99), but you might also be drawn in by the Symposiac label of the Morellino di Scansano Riserva (£19.99), and I would also suggest venturing all the way to the back if you’re a fan of desert or fortified wines.

Welsh Independence and Brexit

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In 1960 a bill sponsored by Liverpool City Council was brought before Parliament requesting to flood a Welsh village, Capel Celyn, to create a water reservoir for Liverpool. They did not require planning consent from the relevant Welsh local authorities, and despite the fact that 35 out of 36 Welsh MPs opposed the bill, it was passed. The members of the community fought for their rights for eight years, but were ultimately unsuccessful and removed from their homes. The valley was flooded and all local buildings and homes were destroyed, including a cemetery with the bodies of villager’s family members. The tag ‘Cofiwch Dryweryn’, ‘remember Tryweryn’, is still alive throughout Wales, graffiti-ed on many abandoned buildings and bridges. This moment gave rise to Welsh devolution and the creation of the National Assembly of Wales. Yet many people believe that devolution is not enough.

The first recorded use of the Welsh word for nationalism, cenedlaetholdeb, was recorded in 1858. The demand for Welsh independence has always existed, but in the past decade it has been on the rise. YouGov published a poll in September 2019 where 24% of participants said they would vote for an independent Wales if there was a referendum tomorrow.

Interestingly, Brexit changes this statistic. 41% of people backed an independent Wales if the rest of the UK leaves the EU. This is a significant rise from previous polls conducted in 2018 by Sky that suggested only 8% of Welsh people supported independence. Brexit, like Capel Celyn, has changed perspectives on the Westminster government and the union itself.

This push for independence has old roots. Since Wales was conquered by England, a cultural and linguistic cleansing took place. Despite the fact that Welsh is one of the oldest surviving Celtic languages, Parliamentary reports deemed it ‘evil’ and ‘morally inappropriate’, banning the use of Welsh in schools. Children were punished and often beaten in schools for speaking Welsh. There are reports that this took place until the 1930’s. As a result, many communities in Wales are predominantly English-speaking and unable to engage with elements of Welsh literary history and culture. Welsh people have been forced into an Anglicised cultural identity, and this has had an impact on the political relationship between England and Wales.

Wales has always had a fraught relationship with Westminster and the union. Despite being a culturally distinct region, due to Wales’s small population, Welsh MPs make up just 6% of the House of Commons, so their needs are often ignored. One in four Welsh people live in poverty and the public resources are lack funding. There are weak transport links between the north and south, with some Welsh towns being almost completely isolated. Many people blame this on systematic unde-rfunding and exploitation from Westminster and austerity.

Since Brexit there has been a huge surge in interest for Welsh independence. This May, there were nationwide marches, with thousands demonstrating in Cardiff alone. Numerous Welsh town councils have voted to declare their support for independence including Aberystwyth, Caernarfon, Caerphilly, Blaenavon and Machynlleth. Young people are expressing their activism over social media platforms. YesCymru, a Welsh independence organisation, has become increasingly present on the mainstream platforms, and the general election can no longer avoid the topic of Welsh independence.

Brexit is in the hands of a government that has repeatedly betrayed the Welsh people and refuses to acknowledge their mistakes. Wales voted 53% for Brexit in the 2016 election, which surprised many analysts. The professor Danny Dorling released data suggesting that the referendum result was in part due to English voters who live in Wales: border towns and areas of central Wales with large English communities had higher leave votes, whereas Welsh-speaking areas had high remain votes.

But pro-Brexit Welsh voters cannot be forgotten, and certainly many frustrations with governance resulted in a leave vote in communities. Despite the fact that Wales receives a higher amount of EU funding than the rest of the UK, voters felt disengaged and forgotten in struggling communities. However, Wales has not been mentioned once in any of the proposed Brexit bills, and a motion to require Welsh and Scottish legislature to approve of the final Brexit deal was rejected by both the left and right in Westminster. This is a poignant suggestion that both Remain and Leave voters in Wales have not been acknowledged in Brexit negotiations, and their attempts to bring power back into their communities has failed.

So, where does this leave Welsh voters in the 2019 December Election?

Wales typically has been a Labour heartland, only once in recent history has it voted Conservative, in the 2009 EU Parliament elections. But Brexit, and now the rise of Welsh Independence, has fragmented the Labour vote.

Welsh Labour, who on the whole do not support Welsh Independence, have struggled to maintain their support in the Welsh Assembly, as they are viewed as being too supportive of Westminster. However, if Labour seats begin to switch to Plaid Cymru, or even have their vote diluted because of it, there will be problems for the party’s potential for a majority in the House of Commons. This has already happened in Scottish seats, where Labour lost an unprecedented amount of seats to SNP due to the rise of support for Scottish independence.

In the general election, Welsh voters will be forced to choose between their political allegiance and desire for independence. It is a choice that surely cannot be seen as democratic, and it further dilutes the voice Welsh votes have in Westminster. It suggests that Wales needs a referendum on Independence in the next decade.

Only a referendum will allow voters to accurately voice their opinions on Welsh independence and the future they see for Wales, particularly in the context of Brexit. If Welsh Labour do not acknowledge this, they risk disenfranchising many Welsh voters. Plaid Cymru’s result in this coming election is therefore no indicator of the true demand for Welsh independence, and the democratic necessity of a referendum should not fall on Plaid Cymru’s shoulders.

Welsh independence does not exist in a vacuum; it is part of a wider cultural turn away from British imperial power and domination. It is a call to hold Westminster responsible for the damage it has caused communities and the destruction of Welsh culture. It also is a representation of the ways that austerity, and now Brexit, are failing the UK people. Many of the problems that Wales faces economically and politically are present in other deprived communities of England that feel like they have been abandoned and ignored by Westminster politics.

A push towards Welsh independence must be aware of this and become a movement not just for Welsh people. Instead, it should be a movement that fights for the better democratic governance of England. Westminster must learn from its mistakes it has made in Wales and implement changes in the way it governs communities with unique social, cultural and economic needs.

Whether Wales sees a referendum in the next decade, and regardless of its outcome, these are the lessons that need to be learnt from the call for independence. It has never been more clear that the union is not working for the people, and no matter how tired Welsh voters are, they seem ready for the fight.

Counting Blues

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I guess being a fresher means that week 5 blues hit you the hardest. I was sitting in a lecture the other day, a lecture on counting, funny because – I study English – but nonetheless… counting.

What struck me most was 1.) I wasn’t counting down the minutes left of the lecture, as some force you to. It was actually interesting. And 2.) the lecturer spoke about poets manipulating counting to lure one into a sense of security; the type that humans tend to get from being able to quantify things (deep, I know).

I now draw your attention back to the blues, the blues that do indeed come in week five. Funny that we use that word blues, blues like the music, I guess. Often poetry is made somewhat synonymous with music.

The characteristics of blues music include: blues shuffles or walking bass that reinforces the rhythm and form, a repetitive effect known as the groove. And early traditional blues verses consisted of a single line repeated four times. Our terms being eight weeks, perhaps mimics a blues-like verse that has been repeated twice.

The repetition associated with the ‘groove’ in blues is perhaps also reflected in the mundane rituals of university life. In fact, according to the un-detestable bible that is Google, blues music was ‘started by former African slaves from spirituals, praise songs, and chants.’

As much as one might find there to be nothing more thrilling than a night at Bridge or Park End, the harsh reality is that we are the slaves driven out of our home every morning by the unavoidable nine a.m. lecture.  

Speaking of nine a.m.’s. Time, itself, is a mode of counting. Week five blues indicates that we are, in fact, in week five (I dare to say it), out of an eight-week term – that is to say we have three weeks left.

A friend of mine said to me this Sunday: “once we get through this week, there are only two weeks left on term.” From a rational perspective, I laughed at this comment, replying “so you mean we have three weeks left.” In actuality, neither of us were wrong.

See, either way, simply stating ‘three,’ or ‘two plus one’ arrives at the same result – we have three weeks left. However, what is interesting about this, is that her version sounded much better. It seems that the same point the lecturer was driving at, was the one displayed here.

What may be comforting to some, during these times of fifth-week hardship, is in fact counting down until the end of term. Whether that is by saying there is just under a month left until the end of term, twenty days left until the end of term, three weeks left until the end of term, or even two weekends left until the end of term – we gain comfort in quantifying the time left until blissful release.

My advice would therefore be, to pick the intervals that best comfort you – regardless of them ultimately being on a uniform number line. Your tutors (as mine did) may suggest for you to eat “comfort food” and “rest” (of course that is after they have sent you a hefty word document of the weekly reading list, which includes Middlemarch).

We all know it will ultimately result in a sense of self hatred and disappointment if we start to count calories or those smashing nights out we have missed at the Oxford clubs. Therefore why not quantify something more malleable into a form that is more bearable to endure. Why not count time?