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Modern graduate life.

Yesterday, I contributed to a piece concerning graduates who are only able to find non-graduate work, which was published in The Daily Mail today:

I found the article itself well-balanced and insightful. However, I’m writing this blog post as a response to various comments on the article, such as this one from Big Mama Mai, London: “Her own fault for picking a Worthless course and her Degree is a Mickey Mouse one. Learn a Trade Girl !! Or go on a Very Good Business course.” Other comments ridicule graduates for presuming they can automatically land a high-paying job post-university. Essentially, many of these comments seek to deny the humanities (particularly English Literature) any value whatsoever and jump to the conclusion that all graduates have nothing but their degree to their name and are sitting around in family comforts wondering why nobody has thrown a giant pile of money at them yet. Case in point: “It is completely dependant on the degree in question. ‘I have a degree in English literature’ Yes that’s very nice dear but what’s your point? What do you want to do with it? Did you think that through before you spent three years of your life having a nice party with your friends?”

(I wonder if a male graduate would have been met with the same patronising tone, the term “dear”?)

So, firstly, I thought I’d break the news to those in need that, believe it or not, some people choose degrees for the joy of education in itself! Not as a passport to ceaseless riches to buy up all the cocaine and hookers! Additionally, to all those writing off my degree as “easy”, trying writing a dissertation on Samuel Richardson’s Clarissa, interspersed with close analysis of Satan’s rhetoric in John Milton’s Paradise Lost, topped off with germane musings regarding Jacques Derrida’s concept of forgiveness. In fact, just fucking go and read Clarissa. Then we’ll talk.

It should also be observed that, actually, most graduates do not expect to waltz into their dream job on some massive salary in an immediate or imminent manner. I’ve got a high 2:1 in English Literature, a traditional subject, from the University of Manchester. I would call that a good degree from a good university. Further to my degree, I have various work experience in journalism and PR / marketing in addition to previous employment history (temporary office work and luxury fashion retail) and an extensive self-taught IT skill set.  I do not expect to walk into a high-flying job with just my degree, yet I also do not see why it is unreasonable to expect, with the combination of a good degree and work experience and relevant skills, to gain at least an interview for entry-level employment that pays the Living Wage in, say, an appealing head office environment (museums, charities, fashion, etc.).

[Side-note:] I lost count a long time ago of the number of graduate jobs I’ve applied for, but so far none of them have even confirmed receiving my application. Considering that a single application can easily take an hour after researching the position, the company, tailoring your CV / cover letter to the position, in addition to the series mini-essays you usually have to write as answers to various questions posed in online application forms, this complete lack of response can be rather infuriating. After spending so much time on applications, some feedback would be appreciated or at least a courtesy rejection email to confirm they received the application in the first place. I’m currently saving up for an MA next September, so my circumstances are only temporary, otherwise I’d probably implode with rage.

So, there you go. My cultivated opinions as a skilled and experienced graduate. I love my degree. I love to learn. I would also love a position that pays Living Wage in a remotely intellectually stimulating working environment. I don’t see why that’s such an entitled and impossibly deluded dream.

EDIT: Just thought I’d share with you this cracker of a comment: “Come on she is blonde cannot wear a hat correctly and she thinks a bar job is beneath her, get real ducky.”



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Top thoughts of the day.

1. Can individuals in possession of a penis please stop telling me what to do with my uterus and, y’know, justifying rape and shit? Thank you, Republican senate Richard Mourdock  – calling rape pregnancies a “gift from God”  –  for being the latest of dismally many to make me want to eat my own fists in combustive rage.

2. I’m going to start painting again tomorrow.

3. Working in a pub, I am still baffled as to why certain male customers think it’s perfectly acceptable to grab my waist/hips/miscellaneous area and physically move me (and other female staff) out of the way yet, when trying to circumvent male members of staff, simply say, “Excuse me, please”.

4. Burn blisters are mental. I have a giant one following a disagreement with the coffee machine and it’s horribly fascinating.

5. I am otherwise chipper because my friend found my passport! It was in the lesbian club.


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Kate Middleton topless: reaction

For some bizarre reason, certain people on the internet are saying Kate only has herself to blame for the recent publication of topless photographs by French Closer magazine, à la Prince Harry scandal. The general consensus of this bunch is that any partial nudity outside of the bedroom is a desperate plea for publicity, therefore I thought I might offer a brief distinction for those in need:

Inviting a bunch of strangers to your Las Vegas hotel room for drunken naked merriment, however delightful, is quite different from sunbathing topless in France with your husband on private property. Publication of the former is inevitable considering the public nature of Vegas and the open medium of camera phone utilised by a stranger; publication of the latter is a gross and illegal invasion of privacy, clandestinely using a long lens whilst hiding on private property, thereby behaving in the manner of a stalker.

Now, I would really quite like it if all the heinous misogynists would kindly fuck right off, please.

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Kinky sex existed before Fifty Shades.


Modern madness

The other day, I watched Sex Story: Fifty Shades of Grey, the Channel 4 documentary concerning the ridiculous book that I refuse to read mainly due to the dismal writing (“Two orgasms […] coming apart at the seams like the spin cycle on the washing machine, wow”). At one point, we’re introduced to a suburban married couple from Hertfordshire cooking meatballs, and the general gist of their own commentary is, “We’re not like normal married couples because we’re into BDSM.”


See, this is my main problem with the hype surrounding book: people are acting like BDSM is some crazy novelty, both in literature and actual practice. In the case of the former, Story of O by Pauline Réage was published, oh, nearly 60 years ago in 1954; crucially, moreover, the writing of the book is actually good, thereby rendering it actually sexy. As for the latter, can we all please just accept that BDSM is enjoyed to varying degrees by really quite a significant proportion of people and that this has been the case pretty much since sex was invented? Thanks.

Still, the documentary also featured various scathing soundbites, such as Kathy Lette’s opinion of the novel’s heroine, Anastasia: “Ana is perfect. She’s a 22-year-old virgin […] She has no gag reflex and never gets cystitis now matter how much fornication and friction. So yeah, a real woman  –  not.” Meanwhile, Rachel Johnson declared delightfully: “Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t know any women who want anal fisting of a Friday night.” Even more pertinently, she condemns how the book “just panders to a woman’s desire to be looked after by a rich man, which I think is regrettable on every level”. Hallelujah.

PS: Does anybody else find it really offensive that the media keep speculating that, thanks to this book, women are suddenly having lots of sex? As if we had little or no desire beforehand but then E. L. James came along with her exquisite writing and now, magically, marriages globally have been saved? It’s just like, “Fuck you very much, one and all”.


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