I have been indulging too much in my white and privileged "I": from here on out this is not about me as a thinking, feeling person but rather as an actor and agent for change. It's not my voice that's needed; it's my actions. The fact that this makes me uncomfortable, that I feel irritated… Continue reading Weekly Weigh In #6: Changing the Face of Entertainment
What you're reading is approximately ten days to two weeks stale. Proceed with caution and apologies if it's a little soggy. I am so sick of my own music. Dear God, what did I listen to before The National? Is there a life outside of the same frigging playlists that I keep relentlessly shoving on… Continue reading Day 42: What does one listen to if not listening to The National? Asked the human cookie monster.
I saw a zine on social media this week that depicted two people catching up. "What did you do today?" One asked the other. "Oh, nothing out of the ordinary," the other replied. "I just gave money to an anti-racist cause, continued my unlearning, and then didn't tell anybody about it."* *I'm paraphrasing. I can't… Continue reading Weekly Weigh In #5
I am sitting in the back of my parents’ Hyundai eating potato salad with my bare hands. I am on day two of the worst hangover of all time and I am insatiable. I wanted a 99 but Circle K thwarted me again. Why is the world so against me indulging in some soft-serve sugar?… Continue reading Day 41: Potato salad fingers.
Is this the chosen subject line of the email I sent one head of department in my organisation to tell him I was quitting my job? Maybe. WHOEVER SAID I SOLD OUT AND BECAME AN I-DOTTING, T-CROSSING, NINE-TO-FIVER WITH MY REGULAR SALARY, PLEASE KINDLY EAT YOUR WORDS NOW. I'm still eccentric, I'm still a maverick,… Continue reading Day 40: I have some news…(I’m not pregnant)
5.23pm I am writing this from my perch on the unstable and dilapidated (chuffed to have found a reason to use that word) outdoor furniture outside my Dublin bedsit. I am in full view of the front room voyeurs of my terraced street and I am in my bra and shorts that have been rolled… Continue reading Weekly Weigh In #4
I'm back in Dublin. After over three months spent in complete isolation in Cork, where the only people I have spoken to outside my family are siblings' other halves, two family friends and the lovely cashiers in my three trips to Ireland's best, prize-winning Supervaloo, I am back once more in the cacophonic breach, floating… Continue reading Day 39: Keeping an anti-social distance from “normality”
Hello. How has your week been? Good, I hope. Mine has been busy and hectic but I don't want to say any of that because it sounds like excuses. So, in a bid to keep this functional here's what I've been doing this week to be a better ally. When I sat down to write… Continue reading Wednesday Weigh In #3
Today I spent my lunchbreak writing letters to my TDs and government ministers asking of their plans to ensure promises of ending direct provision in the next government's lifetime were upheld and urging them to put the worsening situation in the Mediterranean to the top of their agenda. Here is the letter. To show you… Continue reading Day 38: A Love Letter to my TDs…
23:03 - I have spent fifteen minutes trying to figure out how to only get certain blog posts to display on certain pages. The smug euphoria is unlike anything else I've experienced this week. I am back in Dublin in my happiness box - the small, sublet of a room I've lived in for two… Continue reading Day 37: 23:03 pm musings