It is impossible to avoid Love Island this year, as much as I have tried and succeeded over the last couple of seasons. If it’s not on your TV it’s on social media, or the news, or in the magazines, or someone is talking about it on your bus on the journey home. I decided to take the plunge and find out what everyone has been raving about. 1 minute 23 seconds in to the first episode and I can’t go on. I have seen more unsolicited skin in that time than I have in the last month. I’d heard the rumours, but never quite expected it to be so, let’s say, in your face.
Oh and of course there’s the token ‘fatty’, who can we just highlight is not in the slightest bit overweight. How can a normal looking guy look so abnormal? His body is better than most men but sat next to the testosterone-infused six-packs that form the majority of the male population of the show, he looks almost ‘chubby’. Find the anomaly seems a much more suitable game for this show, than girls squashing watermelons with their bums.
All in all, it just feels like another programme that perpetuates an unobtainable ideal that the average person can never reach. I went to a talk the other day where a man spoke candidly about social media. He asked the audience: ‘How many times do you put down your phone after scrolling through Instagram and actually feel good about yourself?’. The answer for me, and most others in the crowd, was ‘rarely’. That’s not right. After this, I unfollowed all the fitness inspiration accounts, the Victoria’s Secrets models, the bikini brands, and the reality stars with their pimped-up body-parts and glam squads. What was left was a stream of art, architecture, photography, travel photos, and friends. It was cleansing. I’d recommend it.
Who knows, maybe I’m speaking on behalf of thousands of hushed voices, or maybe I’m just another insecure girl who’s jealous and doesn’t know how to handle it…
The other night, as part of one of my modules, I went to see the play adaptation of ‘Get Carter’ based on the book by Ted Lewis, Jack’s Return Home. I decided not to write an essay on the performance but still wanted to write something to remember it by. So here it is.
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As an Atheist the Christian Union at my university never appealed to me as something to look into. So, when a friend, who is a part of said society, invited me and a couple of friends (all of whom were not Christian) to a Union organised event at a local church, I was surprised. I must admit the promise of free food and wine swayed me slightly but the talk itself sounded interesting so I decided to head along to their Wednesday event. As part of ‘The Naked Truth’ week the evening I chose was dedicated to ‘Suffering vs Hope’ where the question being discussed was ‘Is hope possible beyond life’s disappointment?’.
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In the novel ‘Girl with a Pearl Earring’ we are exposed to various aspects of love, all carried through by the metaphor created part-way through the novel. Griet’s moment of realization as objects not always being just one colour, but instead composed of many layers and shades becomes an extended metaphor throughout the novel to show that perception does not necessarily mean truth. Here Chevalier may be suggesting that, to really ‘see everything’, you must remove all prejudice and really engage with what you are viewing in an open minded way. People view the world in a way that is most easy to them, and how they want to see it. This is not always appropriate, when looking closer at something, in this case clouds, we have to ignore our natural instincts to view it selfishly and instead open up to the idea that there may be more than the obvious. From this we can really begin to appreciate the beauty of an object,person, situation or whatever we may be viewing.
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