I've been doing a lot of sitting this week. Not literally. Literally, I couldn't stop moving. I pounded the roads running, cycling, walking, hurtling, trying to rid my body of the toxicity of the week. I thought, if I could just keep moving I might arrive at some harmonious destination, some grand moment of enlightenment… Continue reading Wednesday Weigh In #2
"Privilege is not about what you've gone through, but what you haven't had to go through" - Janaya Khan. So here it is, here I am, doing absolutely not enough but something. Holding myself accountable. Making sure I won't do what I always do - get all hyped up on the injustice of the moment,… Continue reading Wednesday Weigh In #1
I hate that I'm this person and yet, I can't help thinking it. I cannot help but be irked by the tsunami of influencers and everyday people essentially blackwashing their platforms in the aftermath of George Floyd's. Except, just as Greta Thunberg was not the inaugural climate activist, George Floyd was not the first person… Continue reading Day 34: Is George Floyd to 2020 what Greta Thunberg was to 2019 and, if so, is this a good thing?
Greta Thunberg is not just an inspiring climate activist argues HOLLY HUGHES, while fighting hard to change the world, this remarkable young woman is also forcing us to readdress how we see and assert ourselves in it. How many times have you been enmeshed in an argument, a discussion or even a negotiation and, despite… Continue reading Be more Greta
This article featured in the Irish Examiner Weekend Magazine in March 2019. If I had to choose one memory to define my childhood, it would begin and end with a meringue princess dress. Adorned with tiara, bedecked in what I called jewels but everyone else termed plastic crap, watching a Disney movie with rapt eyes… Continue reading I am not a prize to be won: The problematic misogyny of Disney
Last week saw a day sunny and hot - a typical Wednesday on the island of Crete. I took shelter from the heat to watch the RTE Debate on the upcoming referendum. I hoped to feel sheltered in more ways than one - seeking comfort and refuge in the familiarity of home, flailing towards a… Continue reading A Plea for Repeal
For months - actually, who am I kidding, years - I've toyed with the idea of beginning a blog (probably one of my least favourite words in the world). Stringing clumsy sentences together on conceptual whims, hanging bundles of ideas out to dry on the flapping, flailing washing line of my mind. I was always… Continue reading Me too, the first.