Saturday, 31 May 2014

An Open Letter to All Feminists in the Wake of the UCSB Shootings

So, today I was doing my semi-annual tumblr scroll - a far cry from the days when I used to be the typical "tumblr all day err' day" kinda teen - and noticed a lot of super feministy posts to which my response was obviously WOO FEMINISM but as I scrolled further and further down my dashboard I realised where these posts had been initiated from. They started, mainly, after the news came of the killing of six students at UC Santa Barbara by a student, who for media want of brevity has predominantly been described as a rich virgin kid who failed to get what he wanted and sought to payback "blonde sluts" for their rejection of him. Since I am a serious fan of psychopaths and their minds, for the last few days I have been reading his "141-page manifesto", a phrase used in almost every media outlet, which according to various sites is quite simply a tirade against all the many females who made this young man, Elliot Rodgers, feel undesirable (oh, hello there).

At this point, I am really sorry to say, I had a moment of 'woah feminism, hold up', because, in some cases, I just was not with these girls at all. One thing that irked me was that a male had said to one of these tumblr people that they were using a serious violent crime to support their argument, which yes was quite obviously was what was happening, but I personally, having read what I had of his life story (45 pages in) could see so many more reasons than male entitlement to his feelings towards women. These girls, advertising themselves as feminists, made clear that a feeling that he was owed ownership over a woman was what drove him to such a violent act. But I disagree. Elliot Rodgers' actions were a simple case of the bullied becoming the bully. We see it all the time in school playgrounds, but as children age and grow into teenagers and then adults, it's saddening to say that those pent up feelings, contained for so long can release themselves as violent bursts of rage. That is exactly what the world has seen in Elliot Rodgers' crime.

That is not to say that there was no misogyny in his words. He was an angry boy, and it seems as if all of that anger was directed towards women, starting from his imposing stepmother Soumaya and continuing on to the girls in his college until his murder of two females there. Interesting that, actually: he killed more males than he did women. So even though we, as a society, have concluded that he was a woman-hater and he was a misogynist who wanted to see women crushed, it clearly is not totally true. Elliot Rodgers also wanted to kill males, males that he perceived as better than him, perhaps. I do not know enough about his roommates and the other males he killed to say that for definite, but from what I have read about Elliot, he had rage towards the males around him who were (in particular) taller than him, and generally who were more physically fit and able-bodied than him. Understandably, Rodgers felt hard-done-by by the universe. It's a feeling that we all feel at some point; how come this other person can get something brilliant that I cannot just by nature? Why do I have this illness whilst other people can stay healthy? Why, even, am I not born the gender I feel? Rodgers question to the universe, quite simply, was - as a child - "Why am I worse at sports than all these other boys even though I try twice as hard?" And then as puberty hit and sexual realisation occurred, the question grew into "Why do these mean boys get the girls that I love when I am nothing but cordial to them?" These are both perfectly acceptable questions, and I am certain that other males around the world ask this exact same question.

So, what we as a society should be asking ourselves is "Why did Elliot Rodgers feel as if he was owed these things?" We, as feminists, cannot simply blame this boy and say that he felt entitlement to the female body. Because as much as we may want to believe that it is a trait of the general male population that we should just blame them for, we cannot; it is our problem too. Both genders have instigated this by the simple expectations of males. The larger problem at hand is the characterisation of the male gender and what happens when a few outliers secede from this by nature. When Rodgers was young, he notes in his "manifesto", he would cry when he felt jealous. From a young age, boys in our culture are taught to not cry or show any emotion except pure rage. Young Elliot would have been told to stop crying and to grow up and perhaps even to "be a man". He was unable to engage in sports like football and basketball and later he found that he was unable to participate in the sexual conquests that perhaps his peers could. From earliest childhood, Rodgers failed to display the traits that he was expected to as a male and the consequent bullying he received due to this created the problems that escalated to the situation at hand.

So as we talk about the case of Elliot Rodgers, I urge you all to see a human, a boy who had gone through incredible pain through his life because he could not live up to his society's vision of a male, not just an example of male entitlement. Perhaps, if he lived in a less masculinised society, if he had had a less American ideal to live up to (that is not to say we should blame solely American culture, but the sort of women that he singled out in his writing show that he was predominantly attracted to the often unachievable and unattainable Hollywood archetypal woman, and also that he wanted to look like the cool, white, blonde kids he saw at a young age) perhaps then, Elliot Rodgers would be fine right now. Maybe if he had grown up in Portland, where his whole city wanted to be kept weird, or if he hadn't had the social pressures of movie industry families and excessive wealth surrounding him from a young age, or if he had learnt to accept himself as an outsider, this crime would have never happened. I truly believe that, had Rodgers waited it out a little longer, he would have found someone perfect for him. As far as I have seen, he was not an unattractive boy but rather a boy who had been taught all his life to live up to a certain ideal and to funnel his emotions into rage instead of creativity, a toxic concoction of life experience that led up to this painful mass murder. I am not saying that what he did was not wrong, but I do feel sorry for him. He is yet another product of a society that remains unwilling to accept deviations from the norm and a long-standing need to fit in. He was not a monster, just a boy who could not see the worth in himself and went from blaming himself for his lack of worth to blaming others. If only he had spent a minute in my life, I think he would see that the world was not that bad. 
Rest in peace, Elliot Rodgers, may your soul find its long-awaited solace.


Disclaimer: I wish for all those he killed to also find their solace, but have not mentioned them because this piece is not about them. They were jerked away from their world with a violent tug and it is awful to think that it is simply because someone could externalise their self-hatred to such an extent that it took the life of others. Yet another anti-gun argument. If Rodgers still lived in England, likely he could only stab a few people who would have live to see today, as in the stabbing at that Pennsylvania high school where twenty people were stabbed and all are expected to survive. America, your right to bear arms is hurting your own children and if you do not see this and want to make a change, I cannot understand how selfish you are being.

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

The Case for Jess

I have never been more in love with a character in anything EVER more than Jess from Gilmore Girls.


There is virtually no way for me to explain my way out of this at all.

I am not a gushy teenage girl. I don't fall in love with people just because they are mildly attractive and have a "cute smile". Granted, I began watching the show at about the age of eleven so when I was introduced to Jess, I was probably a bit of a gushy teenage (well, pre-teenage) girl but... And I am not the sort to fall in love based on a perceived notion of character. But as I re-watch Gilmore Girls, I have grown to realise how well I, personally, would get along with Jess, and further, how well he and Rory got along. He would be my perfect guy, I think. Rory and I, we aren't quite on the same levels so I even think that Jess would teach me something, which is what I personally look for in relationships. If a Jess existed in my life, I would do all I could to get him.

But that isn't to say I disagree with the arguments against Jess. Yes, I agree with so many people, Jess is a terrible person half of the time. He is ridiculously rude to so many people and messes things up for Rory regularly. Yes he is disrespectful and ungrateful for much of his time in Stars' Hollow. But I still cannot understand those who ship Dean and Rory or Logan and Rory over Jess and Rory. I think that believing that either one of the former were Rory's perfect match shows a real misunderstanding of human nature and character, indeed of Rory's character. However, I by no means believe Jess was Rory's perfect partner. Jess was just the best that the show drew up.

One thing I really have noticed whilst watching is the similarities between Jess and Lorelai. I know she absolutely hated him at first, but I could see real parallels between conversations between Rory and Lorelai and between Rory and Jess. Their banter, their cultural references, their understanding of each other; they were perfectly in tune. For some reason, I don't think that any other Gilmore Girls fans see that. If they like Jess, they like him because he had the most in common with her or because he kept up with her, but in my opinion, it's their conversational sparring that makes me want them together. In my mind, they make sense. What is perfect within Rory and Lorelai's relationship is drawn on and reflected in her relationship with Jess.

Obviously, one thing about Jess that is terrible is his inability to interact with Rory's family and friends. In fact, it isn't much of an inability; it's more of a nonchalance, or an unnecessary aggression towards them. Jess did not really care about Rory's family. Yet, when he returned in the sixth season, it was quite obvious that he had grown out of his deviance. He suddenly - or maybe not so suddenly - respected all that Luke had done for him, to the point of giving him a cheque for all that he owed him. Jess matured, and made a life for himself. He went from nothing, from flunking out of school and severing ties with those he maybe should have loved and respected, to having a published novel and an artistic clan, to being a success. I don't know about anyone else but that reminds me very much of Lorelai. Lorelai messed up her teenage years, but she fixed it. She succeeded and thrived, just like Jess. I think that it is impossible to say that, having seen the similarities between Jess and Lorelai, it makes sense. Rory and Jess make sense.

Another thing, I know this probably means nothing to anyone else, but to my mind, Rory is a guy's name. I would never name a girl Rory, and have never met a girl called Rory. Same with Jess: I have never met a male Jess. Jesse, yes, but not Jess. Pairing two opposing genders together (in this particular context, not in general life) makes sense to me. Whereas Dean and Rory sound like two males to me, as does Logan and Jess. I think there was something in those names that was intentional. I think the writers of Gilmore Girls must have meant Jess and Rory to be the OTP of their show, and they let everyone know through their names - just a thought.

There is nothing perfect about relationships. Of course, the one between Jess and Rory was littered with indiscretions and indecisions, a thousand terrible little things. I think, though, what was special about those two was their apparent incompatibility. The best relationships, in my opinion, are those of which people disagree with. They have the power from the outset to withstand any issues within them because they have spent so long fighting against the people who don't believe they can manage. Jess and Rory are my favourite Gilmore Girls couple because there was nothing really wrong with them, except Jess' lack of expressed emotion of course. Logan was an arrogant shit who treated Rory as if she was disposable and acted carelessly. She never could have handled that relationship longterm because Logan was irresponsible and had too strong a hold on her emotions. And Dean, anyone who likes Dean and Rory is denying reality because a first love is hardly ever the one for either person. A first love is naive and painful, and it's often right for that point in your life but as both people change, it becomes less and less workable. Dean was never made for anything more than small-town life. That he got married before Rory had lost her virginity speaks to that. He had no further plans for his life... It just seemed like he would hold Rory back. 

So, yes, I am a Jess girl. And I don't care whether people think that Jess had a bad influence on Rory, or that he hurt her. Because love hurts, it does. Still, the reward is greater than all the trouble. Jess gave the greatest reward to Rory, both independence and the capability to deal with pain. He helped her to rebel, and she helped him to realise the importance of education and hard work and being a good person. They helped each other along, no matter how strange and awkward. I want a Jess because I want to be able to feel as good as I feel watching these two get to know each other in my own relationships. I want to wake up and know that the person I am with may not be the one, but will give me the most, that I will help them and they will change me for the better. I want someone who reminds me that work and "the path" is not all there is, that to be a success I don't have to pass my exams or go to uni or whatever else. Maybe to achieve my aims, it might be, but that is not the only way to happiness.


I think I have found this person in my life, the one person who makes me feel as though I am normal who both hurts me and gives me intense happiness. He may not be as intelligent as Jess, but he is fascinating, and he is not tied down by the rules. He does not want the normal, but he does not want the bad life. I think, perhaps, he might already have changed me, without either one of us realising. He gives me endless reasons to want to be with him... Now if only I could make him feel for me...

Monday, 26 May 2014

I (Unexpectedly) Enjoyed The Other Woman... Huh?

So, the other day, I went to the cinema with a friend. I was hoping (so hard) that she'd choose to watch X-Men or the new Spiderman movie. But, no. I was dragged, not kicking and screaming because I was trying incredibly hard to be nice, to watch The Other Woman. Yes, that revengey chick flick with Cameron Diaz and Kate Upton and, for some strange reason, Nicki Minaj. I, {Undesirable}, whose favourite movies include the insane, the crude and the hysterical, watched three woman plot against their joint ex-beau. 

Unsurprisingly, I went in doubtful. But I was feeling laughy anyway because a) really amusing conversations and; b) the trailers before the movie were really fucking strange. I mean I nearly curled up into a ball at the shock, horror, intrigue and excitement that I felt at the trailer for Walking On Sunshine (But seriously, it looks amazingly horrifying. I want to see it, but I really don't want to want to see it. It's one of those strange desires you can't make stop...). The first few scenes, I felt like I had just become the most sceptical bitch ever. I kept pointing out those really stupid bits like the fact they were having sex in a hotel room with the door left open. I know, I know, but things like that really annoy me. Except I had to stop because the guy who cheats on them all is Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, who is obviously very attractive and therefore watching him be attractive was good.

Anyway, I thought I would hate the movie because the concept, for one, is so ugh. And also because Kate Upton has no waist. I know it isn't really a real reason but really she has no waist at all. How can you be attractive without a waist!? Look! 
Seriously though, I love Kate Upton, I adore her face so much. I think she is gorgeous. Like, damn girl look at that face! She looks like a modern-day Marilyn Monroe forreal.
I also think it must really hurt to have such large boobs (I have back issues anyway, I cannot imagine what it would be like if I had actual serious boobs) but good on her for making a career out of them. Girl should save that money though because age hits boobs hard. But, yet again, I need to point out that there is no waist there. I just cannot understand how a body that celebrated has so little waist definition. It makes so little sense.

Wow, that was such a sidenote. I got distracted. I love her face so much. It's the cutest...

ANYWAY, the point is, I really was surprised to find that I actually liked the movie quite a bit. It was strangely brilliant to see three women stand together against a man. Rather than females flocking to males, in this movie all of the women abandoned the man who had been messing them around. And the best thing to see was a woman who had been married almost since she left college gain the strength to leave her husband, even after such a long time. I definitely did not enjoy the revenge element. It was fucking harsh to see the guy with his face smashed in, his whole body bloodied and then punched in the nose. But it was so nice to see all three of them free of him. 

Oh, I almost forgot. Even better is the fact that at the end of the movie, the 'wife', Kate, who is played by Leslie Mann is shown simply as being a career girl. There is no 'new love' addition to her storyline, and that I like. I do not like, however, that Kate Upton's character, Amber, ends up with a five or six-time divorced potential grandfather. I just feel as if this makes her character one of those who are used until he is done with that and then moves on. It seems a bit shit. I do like Cameron Diaz's character's storyline, mainly because Taylor Kinney (who she ends up with) is hot, but also because she has been strong and independent for as long as it has worked for her and she realises that it is not an actual way to live her life. For some people that works, but she sees that it does not and she finds someone she loves and settles down. That is how it should be, even though it - unfortunately - hardly ever is.

To sum it up, The Other Woman was a pretty decent movie, with good intelligent humour throughout and surprisingly believable characters. They played to the dumb blonde stereotype with Amber and to the incredibly intelligent and hard-working opposite blonde with Carly. We even had an awesome black girl in the form of Nicki (I loved her. I really did not want to love her but I did.) I think all of the characters were wonderfully likeable, even the cheating Mark. Even though I recognise it to have portrayed females in a vengeful and negative light, it portrays males equally badly. As a feminist, I greatly appreciate that the two genders are presented as equally bad and childish, but for once the people who deserved the win actually won. So no, I did not hate it. It was not the worst movie I have ever seen and I do not regret the money I spent on that cinema ticket. 

Thank you and goodnight.

Sunday, 20 April 2014

Stingrage. Or 'Why After Almost Ten Years Of Listening I Still Can't Decide Whether Or Not I Love 'Roxanne''

As a self-proclaimed feminist, it's not unusual for me to be found, unreasonably angered by the sort of situation that would not even register in the minds of the vast majority of the population. Take for example, the latest advert for Birds Eye, referred to as 'The Proposal'. Since the first time I saw the adverts, I have sat fuming as the banter of a supposedly average couple transforms into the everyday sexism that we as females have been socially programmed to stand. But the most incriminating line of this advert: "If you carry on cooking like this I might have to marry you." Witty, right? And of even further frustration, after this atrocity of a statement, the woman in the situation does not react at all. The theme of their adverts are The Food of Life. The most irritating thing about it is that Birds Eye is trying to make these adverts seem like normal, everyday life and in doing that, and showing the advert in between primetime shows, they are teaching young women the wrong thing to expect and tolerate. All this anger, for one line in an advert.

So, obviously, I - some might say - overreact to what I perceive to be sexist. But one might ask how I react to the sexism in the music industry. Listening to rap music from a young age, I might be immune to the crazy real sexism in that genre. But, of late, I've been noticing it in other music. And with my music basis so strongly entrenched in the past, especially the 60s, it's inevitable that it crosses my path. Yet, I am still at a loss on whether or not to stop listening to the music. Would you? Do sexist lyrics warrant that? I think, if it incites enough disgust, sure, why not. But what if it just leaves you with a slightly bad taste in your mouth? What if you just cannot be sure? The Police's 'Roxanne' is the one song that causes me the greatest problem.



Here's a rundown of my thoughts whilst listening to this song. And also the song just below:


"Roxanne. You don't have to put on the red light. Those days are over. You don't have to sell your body to the night."
The singer is telling Roxanne that she no longer needs to sell herself. She can free herself. I mean, Roxanne could probably decide that herself but never mind, Sting. As you were...
Sidenote - I would really like to hear Roxanne's side of this...

"Roxanne. You don't have to wear that dress tonight."
Uh, what if Roxanne likes that dress? What if she thinks it makes her look sexy? I don't know, I don't know...

"Walk the streets for money. You don't care if it's wrong or right."
First of all, I know this is a euphemism, but prostituting is harder than walking the streets. It really is a much tougher job.
Secondly, is it wrong or right? I think his saying this makes me wonder whether the singer - Sting - thinks that it is wrong or not. And whose place is it to say whether it is wrong or right? In my personal opinion, there is nothing at all wrong with prostitution. Being sold into the sex trade, that is a different matter. But I strongly believe that for some women, this is the best way for them to make money. So why should we demean that? Why Sting!?

"... Roxanne - Put on the red light"
RoxANNNNNNEEEEEEEE 
RoxAAAAAAAAANNNNEEEEEEE
RoxAAAAAANNNNNEEEEEEE - PUDOHWN THE RED LAAAAAIGHT

"... I loved you since I knew ya"
Ahem. Incorrect grammar.
But that's cute. How nice.

"I wouldn't talk down to you"
That's great. He respects this girl, despite the fact that he cannot seem to get over her being a prostitute. At least he wouldn't talk down to her!

"I have to tell you just how I feel. I won't share you with another man."
WoahwoahwoahwoahWOAH. Did you not just say you wouldn't talk down to her? And now you're telling her you will not share her with another man? Not that you don't like sharing her with another man (Men, by the way. Prostitutes don't just sleep with one man. If that's the case, she may or may not be cheating on you, sorry!). You are telling her you will not. How rude and condescending of you. Having just said you basically respect her, you sure are not showing it.

"I know my mind is made up, so put away your make up."
ARE YOU FOR REAL, MAN? This guy has made the decision for Roxanne that prostituting is no longer for her. He has decided. That is pretty darn sexist. 
And apparently now that he has made this decision, Roxanne cannot wear any make up. Can you imagine this level of male ownership? A woman is no longer allowed to make herself look pretty because she has already been bought, taken off the market. Disgusting.
Wait, isn't that the point though? He wants her to stop being a prostitute because she doesn't need to sell herself? Or is it that, now, he only belongs to her? That he has bought her and taken her away? Does that not make him her pimp? I'm confused...

"Told you once I won't tell you again"
I'm done, I'm actually done. How can he even say that? As if he is her parent. "Roxanne I have told you once, I will not tell you again. You need to stop prostituting." What a dick. I'm so done...

"... Roxanne..."
PUDOHNTHERADLAAAIIIIIGHT
PUDOHNTHERADLAAAIIIIIGHT
PUDOHNTHERADLAAAIIIIIGHT
PUDOHNTHERADLAAAIIIIIGHT

So, what I am trying to say is that, as yet, 'Roxanne' has escaped my feminist boycott because it's catchy as. I love The Police. They are fantastic. Sting's voice is fabulous and their bass lines are some of my favourites in any music. But I still cannot say I love 'Roxanne'. I just cannot get past how awful this character - I am not saying it's Sting by any means - acts towards Roxanne, who appears to be his girlfriend. He is just a terrible person. I could not date such a person. He seems to be trying to save this girl but he cannot do it without being the worst human alive. So after almost a decade of listening to and adoring every musical quality of this song, I will never admit I love it. To anyone. It is just against my feminist sensibilities. Sozguise.



Monday, 30 December 2013

Xena, Warrior Princess?

When I was younger, I was brilliant at waking up early. Every single day I would be up at 5am, no alarms necessary. It was the best because I could just relax for a few hours as school started at nine and was only five minutes away. In this free time, I would grab a bowl of cereal, set up my tiny table in the dark and watch TV really quietly so as not to get caught. Obviously at that time it was slim pickings for shows. I mean, Sexcetera was still on at 5.30am. It was risky! But I always found something to watch. At first, I was a Berenstein Bears fan but when I got a bit older I discovered a new love: Xena.



Xena was amazing.
As a ten-year-old, she became my life hero. Xena was strong and independent. She had a mind of her own. In Xena's world, men were not in charge. She was. She had adventure and excitement and a hella lot of leg on show for a warrior princess. But I was ten. I hardly noticed these issues.
I hadn't watched it for years but found Xena playing on the Horror Channel (bit extreme, I thought) earlier today and began watching. It was the Caligula suicide episode and all I could think of was how much I wish a designer would use the show as inspiration for their collection. I mean, look at this breastplate! I really want this to be a dress that I can purchase... 


Alas, the world is not quite at my level yet. So I will have to make do with nothing.
*sadface*

And also I thought of how Aphrodite was an absolute hot mess. She looked like a nineties' David Lynch character. Or Drew Barrymore in that Never Been Kissed scene. 
But mostly my thoughts were that of misplaced faith. It depressed me to realise how sexualised this girl, who had been my first feminist hero, was. Xena wore battle armour with legs and arms blatantly exposed. And Lucy Lawless was clearly considered quite conventionally attractive. Why do we do this? As a society, why do we demean the strength of women that we pretend to empower?

It's a huge question and not one that can be answered simply. There are examples everywhere, from the impracticality of Wonder Woman's strapless suit for crime-fighting (girl must have some serious fashion tape going on!) to the shock of accomplished journalist Josie Geller's friends when they realise that at 25 *shock horror* she's never been kissed! 

I commend this new wave of writers taking a leaf from Joss Whedon's book. Those writing characters such as New Girl's Jess, Game of Thrones' Arya and American Horror Story's Lana are truly starting a great new movement that has the potential to inspire a generation of young women. One day I hope to contribute to the change beginning in the entertainment industry at present. I want to create characters that pass the Bechdel test without trying, characters who are as complex as I am. I want to show women as they are, as human beings and nothing less. 





Thursday, 26 December 2013

A Whole New World

Yesterday was probably the last Christmas I will have with my family for a long time. It was special, but there was a sense of apprehension too. Everyone knew it would soon be over. My mother feared for how much she would miss me. My dad regretted not spending enough time with me as a child. My aunt and I worried for the future: how would my parent's relationship survive without me?

It's tough not to feel daunted when you know you are soon to be moving on. Today, I plan on sending off my Common App. My only hope is that somewhere in America wants me as much as I want them. I got my SAT results this week and it really hit home that I will be gone from here soon. I am scared, I'll admit. I have no real safety net, except home. But home is not a place I want to be after September. I want a new life and a new world. I want Rhode Island, or New Hampshire. I want Boston. I want white Christmases. I don't want to go to Bristol, or UEA, or Exeter, even though I know they are all wonderful places to get your degree. I just... No bone in my body wants to remain here, except for the single vertebrae that reminds me how scary my crazy plans are and creates all these fears in my mind about the future.

I think about how big a change it will be all the time. It is constantly at the back of my mind, but I always have to remember a little something my darling Madeline once said to me: "Any story worth telling starts where your comfort zone ends!" So I am ready. Today, I will stop holding back and putting it off. I want America. And I want this future. And I am ready to make it happen.

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Obsessive Compulsive Love


"OCD" - Neil Hilborn

Sometimes, the internet drops a true gem into your hands. Discovering this was one of those times.

"The first time I saw her
Everything in my head went quiet..."

So begins the most beautiful love poem I have ever had the chance to see performed. I dare you not to feel serious feelings as you watch Neil Hilborn speak of love and loss, a typical subject, granted, but portrayed in such a transfixing way. The thing that is special about this poem, though, is that the relationship in the poem is plagued by obsessive compulsive disorder. For anyone who knows someone who is obsessive compulsive, you can understand how hard it is for that person to function normally. Imagine how hard it is for you, as a relatively normal person, to develop a relationship with someone. Now imagine that you, with all your kinks and downfalls, also have to avoid every crack in the pavement, or have to repeat each motion you do seven times, or have to organise all your items in colours. 
The poem begins with the couple's first meeting, and with the girl enchanted by all his quirks. But eventually the quirks become too much for his love and she leaves him alone. The story of so much of love, but so much more heart-wrenching.
I really have no idea whether or not Neil is actually OCD, but his vision of this relationship and the illness is beguiling. Love is difficult enough as it is, which is probably why this poem is the first to almost move me to tears. Please, press play and enjoy his performance mastery for yourself.

And also, have a look at his other work. This guy is a poetry slam genius and I hope, one day, I'll have the chance to watch him perform live.