on the joy, necessity and ephemarility of optimism

From the archives, I wrote this over three years ago, February 2010, for a student magazine. It’s funny, I force -edited it into a style that is just slightly unnatural. I’ve developed my perspective on each of the things described and wouldn’t phrase everything the same if I wrote this now. I dug it up …

“Thanks, sweetie”

‘Could you pick up those pens, Sara? . . . Thanks, sweetie’ Ok sir, I don’t mind getting them I might’ve dropped them, but can I be your mate, your pal? Like Khaleb, Ben and David? How come they your friends, when I’m some little darling? Guess that’s how it is and it’s not so …

No apologies

Originally posted on Cairo, again:
Egypt at the moment feels like a series of battles and struggles, separated by geography but all ultimately linked together, hurtling towards some unknown destiny.  People are dying, politicians are floundering. This post is about one fight: the one against sexual assault. The fight to free people’s bodies from sexual violence…