Experience

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It was just a very good school, and I’m a normal person really.

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Our brave correspondent reports from the front line of a fairly shit protest, where the most prominent feature was SWP hypocrisy.

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If you didn’t even go here, you’d be forgiven for thinking that living in a 500-year-old building with a castle turret and a bell tower is positively palatial – but it’s not that simple.

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Having been diagnosed with a plethora of “mental health” issues, a Catherine Almond* argues that perceiving mental health as an “illness” is actively damaging to those most in need.

Experience, Uncategorised:

I spiced up my twelve months away from Oxford with some cash-fuelled romance and Russian James Bond intrigue, but stopped short of accepting his marriage proposal.

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Two students tell Versa how senior staff ran rough-shod over confidentiality, banned them from college premises, and failed to give them the support they needed.

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There are many roads to hatred, but the key ingredient in Oxford is winding a critical mass of people up. Here are our tips for aspiring public enemies

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He was actually from the fourth-newest. But he still didn’t pleasure me

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Couchsurfing landed me naked with two strange American men, and no, it wasn’t that weird

We live in a repressive, phallic city. Join me in getting it demolished

It’s AshQ, ok? And no, I don’t have a surname. Surnames perpetuate class oppression. Obviously “X” and “Y” were choices on the table, but they’re too gendered. So it’s Q. I’m just one entity and cannot be dissected into this “forename” and “surname” bullshit, just as women have been dissected for generations into sexual objects. Or whatever. I don’t see why I should adhere to this capitalist social construct which insists on labelling and categorising everything, just so it can conform to consumerist constraints. God! The very fact I even have to explain this to you just demonstrates the extent of the oppression you are all under. You’re probably so far gone, successfully brainwashed by mechanisms for oppression like pavements, that you don’t even think I’m serious.

I mean, pavements. Honestly! They just perpetuate heteronormativity. They are, like, so straight! They are just not bent enough. Where are the curves? Where are the cracks? Where is the freedom? Why should “pedestrians”, as some people like to call them (or “humans”, as I prefer) be pushed to the side to allow motorised transport to steam past? It seems analogous with the way that individuals are crushed in the name of profit, industrialisation, and plastic.

We should be free to walk wherever we want and I refuse to let some misogynistic, old Etonian, card-carrying Buller member tell me that I can’t. I will not be controlled by capitalist cars that further the subjugation of women and the proletariat. And let us not forget that pavements and roads themselves are residual of colonial oppression. Why are you looking at me like that? Colonial oppression from the Romans of course! I can’t believe I even had to explain that. I can’t, I just can’t. I need to go smoke a roly outside the Rad Cam and go occupy something.

Seriously, look at all those penises.

But actually, before I do, I’d just like to clarify why it’s the Rad Cam in particular – and no other significant architectural landmark in Oxford – that I choose to smoke outside. The so-called “dreaming spires” are really just perpetuating this cult of the phallus around which so much patriarchal oppression is centred, thus delegitimising the power and status of women. How many women have been on my reading list? A lot less than the number of white, stale males I’m expected to “respect”, that’s for sure. No doubt this would be a lot different if we didn’t have the likes of Great Tom Tower looming over us, like some giant erectile oppressor. The Rad Cam, as Oxford’s most radical library, remains almost breast-like, a celebration of the female form. So join me in my letter writing campaign to Oxford City Council calling for a demolition of all phallic buildings, at my discussion group in the Mitre. Until then, stay strong and united under this repressive phallic state in which we live.

Disclaimer: AshQ is not actually a real Oxford student and the name “AshQ” does not refer to any person. Obviously.