There’s a tight timetable. Within a week from occurring as frequently as a period, the new McDonald’s promotional burgers continue to blob out down the public’s gullet. Not owning a fertile uterus, I cannot argue for the consistency for these monthly visits by mother nature, but if they are “as much of a muchness” in comparison from one to another as what I think they are: we can assume the same about McDonald’s selection in seasonal treats. As now this excessive tedium is driving towards absurdity.

Are Graduate Recruitment days just a waste of time?

Is Sex and the City just another stereotype of women loving handbags more than themselves?

Since 1998 our screens have been plagued by the likes of Carrie Bradshaw, a woman on a mission to find herself a man, and the perfect pair of Jimmy Choos to boot. But is this a dangerous ideal of the modern woman? In the very much real life of a student like myself, lipstick and pretty dresses often cross my mind, but they are certainly not top priority. Exams, deadlines and major career choices feature much more heavily on the bill than major wardrobe choices.

Cancer. It’s a little word that can mean the world. For most people it’ll never be more than that, for others it’s a word that will come to define their very existence. Over seven million people a year are diagnosed with cancer. To put it in perspective, that's the entire population of Hong Kong. Cancer can affect almost any part of a human body. Its victims are rich, poor, male, female, gay, straight, black and white. They can also be young.

Walking through double doors into a room that bore an uncanny resemblance to a set from The Shining, I was struck by a myriad of unpleasant images. A feeble, artificial light flickered over a hotel function room with custard coloured walls and curtains that one could only assume were the result of several shoddy materials being hastily patched together. A musty smell infiltrated the nostrils as a woman greeted my friend and I with somewhat of a vacant stare. And what was all this in the name of? It had to be free booze.  This was a cider tasting event: drink three pints of cider, fill out a questionnaire and hey presto we were done. But, one might ask oneself after sitting for a couple of hours in this dank excuse for a hotel with a rather questionable crowd of people, wouldn’t one rather fork out a few quid to sit in a nice location, with nice people, nice music and a nice ambience? Ask any student and they will probably tell you: “No, free booze is free booze!”

The Second Part of Jenny Pinder's Previous Article

Before the ceremony, you spend weeks having to plan and book your day; you’ve got to sort out transport, parking, gown hire, tickets, food, photographs, not to mention sorting out who out of your friends and family are going to be attending too. The planning side of graduation alone was incredibly frustrating and stressful; to make it worse it was also very expensive. But when day arrived and the ceremony went on, I had increasingly come to realise the importance of it all, not just for my family but for myself.


This famous saying has been immortalised by a self-help book and by people everywhere who are looking for an excuse for their stereotypical behaviour. Women like a clean house, make-up and honesty? “They’re from Venus.” Men enjoy beer, sex and computer games? “Well, say no more: that’s all the characteristics of a Mars resident...” But now that we’ve reached the 21st century, there is a very strong and reasonable argument that these differentiations are no longer relevant. Then again, maybe people should question whether they were ever truly viable in a world where gender has stopped being the defining element of an individual – and personality has, quite rightly, taken over.

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