on democracy and the media

Disclaimer: I am very much aware that what follows may ruffle some feathers, so please do avoid reading the rest of the post if unpopular opinions – particularly those on democracy – tend to peeve you.


“I can’t believe people are still considering alternatives to Clinton at this point,” I lamented to my friend as the first presidential debate drew to its inevitable conclusion last night. Trump had made an utter fool of himself, and yet a Trump presidency remains an all too frightful and unfortunate plausibility. Why are Americans still not doing everything to prevent a senseless, and utterly ignorant buffoon from becoming the president of, arguably, the most powerful nation in the world?

“Logic doesn’t influence people anymore,” she bemoaned, “it’s all about pathos these days. People hate the system, people hate Clinton, and that’s why they’re voting against it.”

“But one absolutely must make a logical decision!?”

“Except the system doesn’t care if you do! That’s why democracy doesn’t work,” she retorted. Continue reading

“ That’s how I write. I’ve got a purple yoga mat, and I have a little table about that size. That’s sort of what it looks like. I hoover; I find odd places to polish. Places that I haven’t seen in a long time; sometimes parts of my own body. And there’s a lot of crying in fetal positions. ” — Emma Thompson

If an established, wise, older woman like Emma Thompson’s allowed to cry in fetal positions when she writes, I suppose I have every excuse to do so as well.

life gets crazier

At the risk of sounding awfully crude, I was front row at Halsey’s final Badlands show and got so close to the stage I’m positive we had eye sex – or perhaps I’m just being juvenile now.

The gig, however, was absolutely brilliant despite all her deliberate censorship of lyrics to conform to the local authorities’ demands – that is, she couldn’t sing the line “when you tripped on LSD” and had to cut New Americana from her set entirely. (Ah, the perils of legal marijuana!) The latter of which was slightly disappointing but the evening was nevertheless marvellous and confetti filled.


On a side note, the best friend’s on her flight back to Glasgow right now, already a day late for classes. Do I feel slightly guilty about choosing to attend Halsey’s gig over sending her off? Perhaps so. But then again we did spend quite a bit of the summer together and we did skype till she boarded her plane. (How strange to think that people can now be brought along on flights virtually?)

Alas, with my best friend’s departure, it, too, signals that all my friends who are studying abroad have now left; but I mustn’t wallow. Not with four deadlines awaiting me at the end of this week-long break anyway.

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

September 2, 2016

There’s nothing like snuggling up to your closest friends with a book and ice cream in hand to transform your day into the image of utter bliss. I don’t think I’ve ever loved my friends more than in this serendipitous moment – my heart is so full and so gratified right now.