They’re stupid, offensive, and they literally make no sense.
We’ve all been there ladies (and gents of course); walking innocently along down the street listening to the latest hip-hop jams on the iPod or just simply minding your own business as you pop to Sainsburys to grab a pain au raisin. Then suddenly a white van or big lorry full of men drives by and screams ‘OIIIOIIII DARLING SHOW US WHAT’S BENEATH THAT SHIRT’ or some other similar profanity. So loudly that you drop your pain au raisin.
After finishing my English Literature degree last year, I made the decision to continue in postgraduate study and complete a masters degree in 21st Century Literature. I absolutely loved my undergraduate course, have no experience in anything that’s not retail and quite frankly, am not ready to join the real world yet. Or at least I thought I wasn’t at the time.
A couple of months ago, my best friends and I went away to Barcelona, and on the way had a small stop over in Holland – we were visiting our friend who lived there. Being tourists and the absolute maniacs we are, a trip to Amsterdam was an absolute necessity.We only had time for a day trip, so in the typical British style, we spent the entire day wandering around the Red Light District and giggling. Whilst we did have an amazing time and I will 100% be returning in the near future, something did happen that put a small downer on my day.
If you have ever read my blog, or looked at my instagram/twitter/facebook, you’ll know that I have this boyfriend called Josh. We’ve known each other since the first day of uni, we met at parties every day for a week and I thought him and another boy called Ryan were the same person up until about November – drink does weird things to me. We have been in the same friendship group for three years, but despite seeing each other almost every day, I was never really more than ‘slightly fond’ of him. It wasn’t until we starting living together in my third year that I realised I liked him as a person, I even thought he was kind of cute.
So I’ve just moved into a new house to begin my postgraduate study and with my graduation just around the corner and 21st birthday last week I am suddenly feeling, understandably, incredibly nostalgic.
Whilst I have always been someone to get things ultimately wrong, someone who generally stumbles through life with little or basically no control, I do believe that I have learnt a lot throughout my teenage years and have got a lot of things, inevitably, right.
On Facetime to my Mum last night, whilst describing my day, I dropped a jar of easy cut ginger on my foot and swore. Now, swearing isn’t something that is hugely encouraged in my family, but it is has become more common in our discourse since my sister and I have got older. I know that to the older generations, and to some of our own, swearing is not polite or necessary, and in most polite conversation it is something that I attempt to refrain from doing.