Christina the Egalitarian

 It's 2024, and you would think by now, society would have outgrown outdated and harmful ideologies. Yet, here we are, still grappling with the vitriolic presence of TERFs—Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminists. If you're unfamiliar with TERFs, count yourself lucky. But for the uninitiated, let’s dive into why their views are not only transphobic but also steeped in a deep-seated misandry that’s as destructive as it is hypocritical. First and foremost, let’s call TERFs what they are: transphobic. They deny the legitimacy of transgender identities, particularly targeting trans women with their hateful rhetoric. They claim that trans women are merely men in disguise, invading women's spaces and threatening the very fabric of womanhood. This viewpoint is not only dehumanizing but flies in the face of mountains of evidence supporting the validity of transgender experiences and identities. TERFs paint trans women as predators, a baseless accusation that perpetuates fear and discri

 *sigh*.  Here we go again- many deny misandry exists, but I do think the recent man vs bear debate online is proof that it's there.  For those of you who've been living under a rock, there's been a viral thought experiment recently asking whether women would rather be in the woods with a man or a bear.  As a woman, I pick the man- most men are unlikely to harm you; most bears are deadly. Note how ambiguously this question has been phrased- it simply states "man" or "bear"... it doesn't specify the type of man or the type of bear. Some people say "it doesn't mean men, it just means predatory men... stop taking it literally". Some people are saying "it's just a metaphor- how is it lost on so many of them?", and it's really confusing me- if you mean predatory men, *say* predatory men. Simply stating "men" creates an impression of the average man who passes you by... how many men do we encounter in our everyday

 One of my favourite shows to watch is a show called Gogglebox- for those who are maybe unaware of the show's existence (which many of you will be if you're not from the UK), think of it as similar to YouTube reaction videos, but with TV shows instead. A TV show that was featured on there a couple of times recently got me really pissed off. This is a show called Love Triangle on E4. I've voiced my disdain for a show called Love Island before.... Love Island looks like The Great Gatsby compared to Love Triangle though, honestly. Love Triangle is a trainwreck of epic proportions. If you're into watching a bunch of arrogant "alpha males" acting like they're God's gift to women and strutting around like peacocks, this might be the show for you. But for me personally? It was a complete and utter cringefest. The guys on the show are practically walking talking STDs, and spend half the time bragging about their so-called charms. It's as if they're con

  Today, I'm thrilled to share with you a piece of my heart, a narrative of my unique journey as a British-American. I want to discuss the intricacies of dual identities, duel citizen ship cultural fusion, and the beauty of embracing diversity. G rowing up, I was immersed in the rich tapestry of both British and American cultures. Born in the US to British parents, my upbringing was a delightful blend of Sunday roasts and Thanksgiving feasts, cricket matches and baseball games, tea parties and backyard barbecues. From the busy cities of Manchester, England, to a little lake in Orlando, my childhood was a kaleidoscope of experiences that shaped my worldview and ignited my passion for embracing diversity. One of the most enriching aspects of my journey has been the opportunity to explore and celebrate the nuances of both cultures. From mastering the art of making a proper cup of tea (none of that icy shit that Americans call "tea"- tea to me is what's known to Yanks as

This is a very heavy one so if you're triggered by sensitive topics, this isn't for you. As I sit down to write this, I'm acutely aware of the weight of the words I'm about to share. In fact, I'm overwhelmed by the gravity of the words I'm about to share. Opening up about my experience as a stalking survivor is not a journey I take lightly, but I believe it's one that needs to be told. My hope is that by shedding light on my story, I can offer solace and strength to others who may be enduring similar trials. It's not easy to delve into the depths of a past marked by fear and uncertainty. But I believe that shedding light on my experience as a stalking victim can empower others and perhaps serve as a beacon of hope for those who have walked a similar path. Here it goes: This was a wild ride that I never signed up for. At the tender age of just 18 (I'd just finished school- thinking I was on top of the world), I found myself thrust into a nightmarish

It's a long one- I've done a TL;DR (too long, didn't read) bref summary right at the bottom of the page. Here we go with the blog: The transition to university life is often a thrilling adventure (or at least it's meant to be) marked by newfound independence, exciting courses, and the prospect of making lifelong friends. But for some students, the experience comes with a notable caveat—assigned roommates. This practice, which is very prevalent in university housing, involves pairing students with random strangers and expecting them to coexist harmoniously without any prior knowledge of one another. It may be a well-intentioned system, but for me, I think it does more harm than good. I lived at home during college and have no regrets. I guess maybe as an autistic girl, these feelings and issues are heightened, but I think it's worth mentioning them anyway because I believe f or many students, the prospect of being assigned a roommate can turn this adventure into a ni