All posts tagged: girls

The 365 Project: March

March was the month of being brave. I started my final year of University. I applied (and trained up) for going on student radio with my friend Timmy. I applied for a crazy-competitive student editorship which made me walk around Uni talking to, filming and taking photos of strangers. A piece I wrote on how students experience religion became the cover story of my Uni magazine. Day 60-91 of 2015 pushed me out of my comfort zone, made me fall deeper in love with media and taught me to believe in myself a bit more. But I guess the point of this project isn’t to simply remember the significant moments in my life – the milestones that I doubt I will forget easily. The point is to also dedicate the same amount of mind-space (or page space, in this case) to the everyday thoughts and activities and ideas that, cumulatively, make me me. March was also a month to think more about personal style – what makes people pay attention to you, what makes you look …

Rachel Green’s Wardrobe

If there is one TV show that has influenced my life more than any other, it would without a doubt be F.R.I.E.N.D.S. And if there was any one character in the show that influenced the way I dress the most, that would be Rachel Green and her wardrobe. Particularly in season 1 and 2, Rachel’s cool, clean and chic closet of clothes was what got me excited about denim, tartan and stripes. It took a whole lot of watching through episodes, pausing and print-screening (all exhausting feats of labour, clearly), but I’ve narrowed my girl-crush down to 4 iconic outfits. To quote Chandler, could she be any more on point? 1. The Birthday Skirt It was pretty impossible to forget this one: the birthday skirt Rachel bought herself at the end of season 1 in “The One Where Rachel Finds Out” (and that returns in season 2 – “The One With Ross’s New Girlfriend”, accessorised with an adorable bandaid) is one of my personal favourites. Also the most difficult one to capture in a screenshot since its …

On Feminism

It took me a long time to realise I was a feminist, mostly because I always thought being a feminist meant burning my bra, shaving my head and becoming a lesbian. I used to quickly defend myself whenever I called out sexism and my guy friends called me a feminist. “I’m not like an actual feminist” I’d insist. God forbid, right? One day, after I said this, a friend asked me “Why not, don’t you want equality for women?” I answered “Why, of course I do”. And then she said the most liberating thing to me. She said: “Then you are a feminist.” See, the media always like to put up images of angry, negative, man-hating extremists that are nearly impossible to relate to, and then slap the “feminist” label on her. And even if women try to be feminists, an army of journalists are ready to pick her apart and point out all the ways she isn’t feminist enough: “Beyonce is too naked, too married, too pregnant, too sexy, to be a feminist.” Never mind the fact …