This morning as I was on my way to get my daily coffee before work, my brother said something so outrageous that shocked me to my very core. “There’s too many coffee shops in Belfast.” It pains me to even type the words. Once I had a chance to gather myself, I replied “Ammm, ain’t

I’ve been meaning to write about this for some time now, but I’ve barely had a chance to get out of the kitchen to do so. I know what you’re probably thinking, “here we go again, another feminist rant”. Well, before you roll your eyes (they’ll get stuck up there, you know), hear me out.

Have you ever seen an ad and thought “who thought that was a good idea?!” And no, I don’t mean those corny ads like something you’d see on The Apprentice. I mean those ones that make you think “who approved that?” or “umm why?” I’ve always thought the whole “all press is good press” notion

“Placement”. The nine letter word that instils instant fear and dread in university students. The “if we don’t talk about it, it doesn’t exist” topic. It’s scary isn’t it? One minute you’re catching up with friends, preparing for fresher’s week and celebrating the return of the student loan; the next you’re being forced to ~god