Eggs, bacon, bagels and croissants; her favourite meal of the day sat right in front of her alluring her to have more, some more, a bigger portion…probably just this one day. Her hand reached out for the last croissant; “STOP” said her mind! “PLEASE” begged the nineteen year old heart. She could feel the tires…

Editorial: Oh! I’m a Feminist because I Can’t Cook.

I’m a lady with a morality that stands firm with women and strongly protest against real disasters. But that doesn’t define me as a ‘Modern Day Feminist’. Also being an anti-feminism does not define me as a human being. I am also many other things. I am not particularly fond of being considered an ‘anti-feminist’….