REVENGE PORN

These days we don’t need to be anywhere in the radius of an object or a person to be able to see them … all we need is a phone. Possessing this small but powerful, nifty, little device enables anyone anywhere to see everyone and everything that’s found its way on to the World Wide Web; which incase you haven't noticed, is quite big.

Whether it’s Instagram ‘cheeky Nandos’ posts (yes I know there is nothing cheeky about chicken) or Facebooks ‘no makeup selfies’, mobile phones come armed with cameras. Gone are the days of disposable cameras or video cassette tapes, nowadays a quick click on an app snaps up footage in seconds, and just a few more clicks uploads that image or video to anywhere the uploader desires.

A new term I’ve come across lately a lot in the media is ‘revenge porn’. Sounds scary doesn't it? Referring back to what I said in the first sentence, you no longer need to be plonked naked as sin, smack bang in front of your man for him to be able to see you in all your glory. I say ‘in front of your man’ because 90% of revenge porn victims are women. A quick naked selfie sent over for “his eyes only” or maybe your once trusted male companion shooting a hand held home movie now results in all the power being held literally … in his hands. Or her hands, including the 10% of females seeking revenge through the lens of a camera.

And we wonder why there are so many trust issues in modern day relationships?

HOW MANY PEOPLE WOULD LIKE YOU IF EVERYONE WAS BLIND?

Yesterday I met a woman who is blind. Now, up until she was actually sat in front of me, it never occurred to me that I hadn’t even ever spoken to a blind person before or what it entailed to be blind. Imagine not being able to see? The whole time we were speaking to her that’s all I kept thinking. We met this woman because we are doing a short documentary about her and also about guide dogs - excuse the irony but it really was a massive eye opener.

WHY VALENTINES DAY IS OVER RATED?

Valentines Day. If couples and public displays of affection weren’t agonising and annoying enough every other day of the year … this day really does rub the salt in wound for fellow singletons. By no means am I a cynic, everyone likes a little romance, right? I just don’t think a heart shaped box filled with cheap chocolates picked up from card factory for 99p and an overly sized teddy bear that will ultimately be abandoned  and neglected once the endorphin filled day loses all its glory (only to return a year later) classes as romance. It isn’t romantic if you’re told you have to do something just because we feel we have to.

Cliché single person thing to say but if someone really did care about you, they would show you they did more than once a year or at least off their own back, not just make an excessive effort on one over commercialised, over rated, money grabbing ‘holiday’. I really don’t understand what all the fuss is about personally, especially when you see couple after couple crammed in to Nando’s on the actual day … There’s nothing romantic about chicken and peri peri sauce; after such a big kafuffle and build up to valentine’s day, I think I’d be highly disappointed ending up in bloody Nando’s.

BREAKING UP WITH A BREAKUP

To everyone who has now come to the bitter realisation that relationships and everything we expect of them are evidently … bullshit; this post is for you.

I realise that girls giving girls "relationship advice" is also like the blind leading the blind, we're all great at giving it but useless at following it. This time however I have tried to stick to my own advice and it seems to be working so I thought I'd enlighten you as well.

9AM LECTURE SURVIVAL GUIDE

In an ideal world, 9am starts wouldn’t exist but unfortunately for us (especially us lazy students),it’s a constant battle of‘do I get up now and look human or that extra half an hour in bed?

In 1^st year, this wasn’t much of a debate. If I happened to accidentally on purpose ignore my 8’o’clock alarm, well? That was just “unfortunate” but this year? Things are most certainly changing, the realisation that I can’t sleep till the cows come home AND look some-what human has hit.

I am not blessed with Mila Kunis looks, I do not wake up looking like I just fell from the heavenly skies above. It takes us girls’ effort to get ready, and effort means time … but bed? Sleep? They’re such luscious, sacred, wonderful things (especially at those dreaded hours of the morning.) Who even has time to look good for 9ams?

Fortunately for you lot, I have tried, tested (and blown half my student loan in the process) some make-up bag must haves that take literally minutes to get you looking gorgeous AND saving on those precious extra minutes in bed.

You can thank me later.