Cabin Fever… is it real?

Like many of us during this difficult period, with COVID-19 engulfing every media platform and every thought, the overwhelming claustrophobia after almost two weeks inside is becoming unbearable. Many daytime TV shows are coming up with new inventive ways to stay entertained in the confinement of your own home – colouring, baking, learning a new skill? All of this sounds very exciting… doesn’t it? Or at least it would, if anyone had even a glimmer of motivation. 


The toxic environment of competitive Irish dance.

One of the first things you will be likely to find out about me by looking at any of my social media pages is that I’m a competitive Irish dancer. The elaborate dresses, deep rust coloured tan and ginger wig – yes, you did read that correctly – are a sure give away. Granted, it is not always immediately apparent exactly what all of this is for. One of my closest friends has admitted to me that she thought I was a pageant girl. This is completely understandable. 


The representation of love in Romantic Comedies

A romantic comedy film is classified as a film with two genres rather than just one. They are a hybrid of comedy and romance and very often will have a an element of screwball comedy. Over many years, this particular combination of genre has produced Box Office hits and is a modern favourite over a wide audience. However, there are many arguments to suggest that the very nature of this genre is creating unrealistic expectations of love and making the audience discontent with own real life relationships.

My sister and Autism

‘Neurotypical’ is one word which could possibly be used to describe me. It is an abbreviation of neurologically typical, a neologism created and used within the autistic community. A quick Google search of the word throws up the definition “not displaying or characterised by autistic or other neurologically atypical patterns of thought or behaviour.” Put simply, it means that I’m what the world has socialised us to believe is ‘normal’ – although this term should be used loosely and with caution. Is anyone actually normal? What even is normal?

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