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Bridget Jones, Anne Elliot and the Allure of the Older Singleton

I recently finished reading Persuasion by Jane Austen, and even though I have read all but one of Jane Austen’s books (Mansfield Park you elude me yet) I have found some easier to read than others, with Persuasion definitely being the easiest by far. Perhaps it is because it is the shortest of her novels, or because she spends less time teaching us about the class values of the day and more on the actual interaction between the characters but I enjoyed this book from beginning to end. I wondered if it was at the point of my life that I am in that this book resonated with me so...

“I’m not a writer”

‘I’m not a writer’ I say this often, and I know it sounds extremely insufferable but I don’t identify as a writer. I write, yes, my job requires me to be constantly writing, my hobbies are free time are mostly comprised of me writing. But in much the same way that I don’t describe myself as an eater or sleeper, I don’t call myself a writer. I am a content producer, journalist, blogger, letter writer etc, but I’m no writer. Which is not to say that I don’t believe that others can be writers, I read so much great work everyday that I’m mutter myself, “now that’s a writer”. I...

What I’ve Learnt From Being A Bridesmaid Once

While most girls were dreaming of their own wedding day, I was dreaming of the day I would be asked to be a bridesmaid. This is weird, I know, I’m not like anti-love or romance or anything, and have a vague idea of what I would want if I ever made the great vow, but there was something honourable about someone wanting you, out of all the people in their life, to be beside them on their wedding day.   Last week, I was bridesmaid for the first time, for my sister, who is literally the best person that I know, and it involved a lot of dress fitting, money, fake...

Remember – A Poem for Women’s Day

I was asked to write a poem about Women’s Day and while I believe that it is pitiful to celebrate Women’s Day and pretend for one day that we live in an equal society. But my feelings aside, the words came, and I was grateful to be given the opportunity to deliver it this morning. 60 years of “You strike a woman, you strike a rock” 60 years of “Help” “I’m sorry” “No” “Please don’t” 60 years of “You must have liked it” “You should have covered up” “You asked for it” “Shhh, don’t tell anyone” 60 years of inequality fear betrayal pain The end of the facade The rise...