GUILLOTINE: Dog ownership is creepy
Dogs are eroding the fabric of modern society. Well, not intentionally. But they are everywhere. You’ll bump into an acquaintance in the bar, make small talk, get chatting. You’ll assume that you are enjoying the company of another ordinary, right-minded in
Putting the fiction back in fiction
Despite the havoc that the ‘spell pharaoh’ video wreaked in 2021, in the internet age, it is impossible not to define yourself by the media you consume. Eventually everybody will find themselves on #BookTok, or [insert cursive font here] film Twitter, or one of the millions of K-Pop Faceb
Bush!—The Dreampolitik of Comic Purity
Bush! The Musical by The Mollys Productions had the last show of its run at the Moser Theatre, Wadham College on Saturday 31 May, 2025 It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the Internet in the turbulent year of 2022. In the final days of Weimar […]
‘Bops’, the new right, and woman-hating
I have deleted the Instagram App from my phone. In clearing my life of useless information (like photos of beloved family and friends, and the activities of my peers), I have found the space to devote my attention to what really matters; the Snapchat Explore page. Snapchat’s
GUILLOTINE: Stop killing fictional Nazis
Nazi soldiers get a hard time in the movies. They’re Hollywood’s cartoon villains; from Indiana Jones to Inglorious Basterds, we love to watch those frankfurter eating fascists get blown to bits, battered with baseball bats, or, naturally, have their faces melted off. They’ve been writt
The Pitt Rivers and I
I think a lot about the British empire, do you? When I first moved to the UK for university, it struck me immediately that most Brits have, at best, a fuzzy understanding of just how evil their country used to be. This surprised me, considering how extraordinary it is that a tiny windswept is
@grok, why doesn’t he love me?
I love reading people’s texts whenever they happen to be seated close to me. You can judge me for it. I don’t mind. Nevertheless, much to my delight, last month, crammed into a rush hour Paris metro, I was seated next to a young woman who was typing out livid paragraphs at [
Between Courses
A hangnail drags Beneath swigs of light, strings of wine On a shared table; joists Pierce through junk emails Into the cul-de-sac we cycled around Every night. The cutlery has been arranged So carefully. Silver ribbons Fasten my hair into a war of attrition Between what is and what should have been
A geopolitical history of gin, lightly stirred
Gin is a drink, yes. But it’s also a prism for observing the slow collapse of empire, the invention of gender roles, and the gradual withering away of the student overdraft. It is not, contrary to your flatmate’s claims, just something to pour over artisanal ice when they’