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They're all absolutely gorgeous, of course, but which sister is Meek Mill lusting after? The man doesn't hold back in his Instagram comments, we gotta say. The man is THIRSTY.

The rapper shows his love for reality star Kourtney Kardashian's body after the sister embarked on a big night out with fellow The Keeping Up With The Kardashians gals Khloe, Kendall and Kylie.

We're assuming the night was to cheer poor Khloe up after her split from boyfriend Tristan Thompson last week following cheating allegations with Kylie's 21-year-old BFF Jordyn Woods.


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Right before the family hit the town in some insanely figure-hugging, stunning outfits, the gang posed for the obligatory sexy photos before posting them on Instagram.

Unsurprisingly, they caught the eye of rapper Meek Mill as he scrolled through his feed. He certainly liked what he saw when it came to 39-year-old Kourtney's body.

In one image, 34-year-old Khloe is wearing a semi-sheer shimmering bodysuit and grabs Kourtney's bum cheek, and the comments were FLYIN'. The TV star was only wearing a black bra and thong under her bodysuit, which was more sheer than Khloe's.

Image: Instagram/@kourtneykardashian

Now, Meek Mill is clearly an eloquent man who breathes poetry rather than absurd statements. Note the sarcasm. The rapper swooped in to comment; "Ass phat in the second pic" on Kourtney's post, and we don't know what to think.

Does the 31-year-old What's Free rapper, who formerly dated Nicki Minaj for years, stand a chance with the Kardashian beauty?

She ended her relationship with 25-year-old model Younes Bendjima six months ago, so she's available but the gal has high standards. Meek is certainly mesmerised, that's for certain. So are we; the gal is absolutely beautiful so the lads must be queueing up.

Feature image: Instagram/@meekmill/@kimkardashian


Chrissy Teigen is the latest celebrity to have been essentially CANCELLED online, after offensive tweets from back in 2010 and 2011 surfaced which say some pretty dodgy stuff about self-harm, Lindsey Lohan and trans people.

The tweets have been met with outrage on the internet, with Twitter users getting the hashtag #ChrissyTeigenIsOverParty trending almost instantaneously.

The comments are from roughly eight years ago, but they reference the appearances of celebrities such as Mariah Carey, Lady Gaga and in particular Lindsay Lohan. 

They are especially distasteful regarding the trans community, one of her tweets references Tyra Banks' talent search show America's Next Top Model;

"God. Can we just come out and call the freakin show ‘americas next top tranny’ because this shit has been transtastic for the past 5 years."

Another tweet references self-harm:

The word 'tranny' is used often on her account back in 2010 and 2011. The social media personality is half-Thai, and speaks about the perception of her country in terms of the trans community:

There are some more upsetting ones regarding slut-shaming sexually promiscuous women:

The mother-of-two has yet to comment on the matter, but we're sure she must regret not deleting her old, harmful tweets.

The model has become a major social media personality for her sassy remarks about Donald Trump, and has the crown of the 'Clapback Queen' and 'Queen of Twitter'. 

We highly doubt she'll manage to keep her crown after this.

What do you think, should she be cancelled? Or will you give her another chance?

Feature image: Mashable


Revenge porn is a relatively new concept thanks to the extensive growth of the internet and social media, but it reinforces old, tired stereotypes.

Stereotypes that women who engage in sexual behaviour are bad, dirty, slutty, and that their sexual exploits can be used to condemn and publicly humiliate them on the most extensive and uncontrollable platform. 

Revenge porn is when someone shares sexually explicit images or videos of another person without their consent, with the aim of causing them distress or harm.

Once an image gets uploaded online, there's a slim chance of getting it removed before someone sees it and shares it. 

As much as we hate to bring it up again, we all remember the infamous Slane Girl case. 

Photos and a video of the young woman performing a sex act at an Eminem concert exploded onto Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and just about any other social media site you can think of. 

Comments under the posts branded her a "whore," a "slut," and encouraged her to end her own life, and seemed to revel in the demise of the reputation of this anonymous young woman, who is seen being groped, pushed and jeered at by up to eight young men in the video. 

The problem with revenge porn is that it is not so anonymous.

Bitter ex-partners can pose online as the victim, saying explicit things and encouraging others to share the video, leading to friends, parents and co-workers seeing it. 

Depending on how heinous the culprit feels like being, there have even been cases where they have invited strangers to the victim's address to engage in sex acts, unbeknownst to the victim. 

Online images are impossible to control, and victims of revenge porn have found that, once their ex-significant other or sexual partner has uploaded their video to one porn site, the image then crops up on all of them, spreading at a speed that only the internet has coined a term for, virally. 

Mischa Barton is the most recent celebrity to be affected by the phenomenon, as the star has been forced to defend herself after reports of a revenge porn tape have emerged. 

"My absolute worst fear was realised when I learned that someone I thought I loved and trusted was filming my most intimate and private moments, without my consent, with hidden cameras," she said. 

A loophole in Irish law has meant that revenge porn is legal in this country, but luckily time is running out for those who may wish to engage in this abhorrent behaviour. 

Last year, Minister for Justice Frances Fitzgerald received approval to draft the Non-Fatal Offences(Amendment) Bill, which will make it a criminal offence to post intimate images online without the person's consent.

"Phenomena such as so-called revenge pornography and the publication of voyeuristic material can do serious and lasting damage at the touch of a button and it is important that we act now to ensure our laws can deal effectively with these challenges,” said the Minister. 

The recommended punishment for publishing revenge porn is a maximum fine of €5000 and 12 months imprisonment.

While this fine may seem measly compared to the years of psychological and reputational damage the victim has to endure, at least it is something. 


Sleep! Don't sleep. Drink! Don't drink. Exercise! But not too much.

In the world we live in, it seems like every corner of the Internet is telling us something different. 

'Researchers' and 'scientists' who have been conducting studies for years on end will tell you the best way to live your life.

The best way to go to sleep at night.  The best way to eat your greens. The best way to have sex.

But, what do any of them know about you?

A recent article featured on Refinery29 brought up the issue of 'social jet lag'.

A research paper published in the science journal Sleep, said that sleeping in at the weekend or on days off is detrimental to your health.

"This routine is actually causing chronic fatigue and often triggers a terrible mood. Even worse, a new study reveals that this form of 'jet lag' can increase your risk of heart disease by 11 percent," explains R29.

I'm speaking for myself here when I say I couldn't be more delighted when I sleep in, and my mood is definitely boosted with an extra hour in bed.

The lead author of the study, Sierra B. Forbush, said: "These results indicate that sleep regularity, beyond sleep duration alone, plays a significant role in our health."

At first glance of this study, I would look away immediately. As I said above, I love nothing more than sleeping in at the weekend, and I bask in the glory of my bed when I have a day off.

And even though they are just my own views, a study published in New Scientist backs them up.

Just last month, the research paper found that brain cells ware out and can be destroyed if we're sleep deprived.

Experts suggested that lying in was a great way to combat this issue, which can lead to Alzheimer's disease and other neurological disorders.

So, who is right? Who should we believe? To sleep or not to sleep.

Alcohol is another tricky one. A study popped up this week claiming that "even moderate drinking can damage the brain."

It explains that even if you drink a mild amount of alcohol over the space of 30 years, the right side of your brain can shrink from its intake.

"The findings do contradict a common belief that a glass of red wine or champagne a day can protect against damage to the brain,” said one of the researchers.

However, another study published just last week said, "a glass of red wine every night may help people with their cholesterol and cardiac health."

A quick scan through EurekAlert, a science news website, shows similar views; 'Red wine compound linked to health!', 'Drinking with friends makes you happy!', 'Wine with dinner can improve the cardiovascular system!'

We're living in an age where people have the tools (hello, Internet) to voice their numerous opinions and 'findings', and while this can be a fantastic thing, it also lends itself to utter sh*te.

Something that is good for you may not be good for the person sitting beside you.

Sleeping in on Saturday morning is your saving grace, but could be Hell for your sister.

Drinking a glass of wine might calm you down, but make another person anxious.

I'm going to stop concentrating so much on what the Internet is telling me and concentrate more on what my body is telling me.

If I'm tired and want to sleep, I will sleep. If I'm sitting in on a rainy Tuesday night and fancy a glass of vino, I will drink it, happily.

While it can be great and beneficial to read these studies, believing every word will only send you into a spiral.

So, drink the wine, Sleep in. Eat chocolate. Listen to your body, and just do you.


By Colleen Brady

It’s that time of the year again – bloggers and celebs hit Palm Springs for the second stint of the Coachella Weekend this weekend, and the jealousy inducing Snapchat stories and smug pics are now clogging up our Instagram feeds.

However, Coachella doesn’t seem to be all it’s cracked up to be, and by looking over the surface, it seems it is more about celebs keeping up appearances.

For upcoming bloggers and celebs it seems as if Coachella is not just a music festival but an opportunity for them to build their following and also make key contacts.

Coachella is nothing like your standard Irish or UK festival.

Yes, the line-up is fantastic, with this year’s Coachella giving the stage to names like Beyonce, Eminem, The Weeknd and SZA. However, the whole vibe of Coachella seems to be more about blogger branding than the actual music itself.

Every year our favourite celebs and bloggers attend the star-studded festival, where their followers seem to multiply as a result of those pictures in front of the famous ferris wheel.

In fact, Irish blogger Louise Cooney hit the 100K mark this weekend while at the festival.

The whole festival seems to be selfie central and more about the fashion and posing than enjoying the music on offer.

Many celebs and bloggers including German blogger Masha Sedgwick have commented that Coachella is just an overcrowded, huge platform to see and to be seen, simply because everyone is there.

At Coachella you can’t drink alcohol freely while swaying over and back to your favourite songs.

If you want to drink alcohol you have to go to specially designated areas away from the festival grounds where you can only get one drink at a time. Sneaking in drink is not an option either as there is security everywhere and you are searched multiple times while entering the festival.

It seems the music is second priority for not all but many who attend Coachella, and it is more about posting on social media platforms showing “look at how much fun we are having” than actually having any fun.

Celebrities are there to be photographed by paparazzi and bloggers are there to be noticed or photographed by fashion magazines and style blogs.

The hope to pop up in a magazine under “Coachella style” certainly comes at a price – over $500 dollars to be exact – and that's just for the ticket.

Coachella seems to not be a music festival in the real sense of the word, where care free people come together in the mud to celebrate music, but only acts like one. Coachella provides a festival- like experience but without the reality.

Many bloggers make the money back on the ticket by wearing sponsored clothes, and working with co-operations which may make some a profit.

Festivals are usually a fun experience, however Coachella seems to be more about endless hashtags and pictures being uploaded onto Instagram – almost like an assignment.

If you are going to Coachella to catch a glimpse of some famous celebs, forget about it.

Most of the time celebrities don’t even go to the actual festival but chill out at Lacoste and Mulberry pool parties instead in secret locations nearby.

While everyone is moaning about how jealous they are about not getting to attend Coachella, it seems that it is a festival to show off and build a following as opposed to what the reality of a festival is.


Like three-day weekends and 2 for 1 pizza deals, Christmas is one of those things you’re meant to just love.

It’s innate, it’s intrinsic, it’s Christmas, for God’s sake.

And yet for so many of us, the festive period can leave us feeling overwrought, on edge and inexplicably emotional – feelings which are difficult to articulate if, on paper, life is ticking along just peachy.

Unlike so many others, you might not have suffered a bereavement and you may not be struggling with illness – both of which justify an aversion to Christmas – and yet here you are feeling deflated, dejected and despondent.

It’s not a deliberately churlish reaction to the magic of the season; you wish you could experience the child-like awe still exhibited by so many of your peers, and yet it simply fails to manifest.

And what’s left in its place is a sense of disappointment, guilt and shame.

The magic of Christmas isn’t lost on you; in fact, it’s that very magic that often leaves you feeling weirdly tearful.

The gifts, the lights, the songs, the traditions, the customs;  you know they represent all that is good in this life, and perversely your reaction to them is one of mild sadness.

For anyone who embraces the festive season with all the gusto of a seven-year-old, this response is wholly inconceivable, but it’s important to remember that for the person experiencing it, it’s just as difficult to understand.

When you’re surrounded by loved ones all of whom are happily celebrating the season, and yet you can’t muster even a fraction of their enthusiasm, Christmas can be an isolating experience.

You go through the motions, you balance your time as best as you can, and you often purposely take part in activities which are designed to make you feel festive, and yet the depth of your response is skin-deep, at best.

Psychologists have long since insisted that Christmas Blues are normal, and list the various reasons why Christmas can be one of the most depressing times of the year.

But what happens when their explanations cite circumstance which you simply can’t relate to, like bereavement, illness, financial strain, or loneliness?

Inevitably, you feel like a fraud; a self-indulgent Grinch.

You shake yourself and question why the idea of your mam on Christmas morning makes you tear up.

You give yourself a talking-to and wonder why the notion of your father wrapping your present makes you feel inexplicably tearful.

You beat yourself up and ponder why even the most cheerful Christmas songs leave you feeling vaguely downcast.

Sometimes it comes down to the fact that the intensity of the entire festive season – two and half months in Ireland if we’re honest – is simply too much.

And that’s OK.

Let’s, for a moment, suppose that birthdays are your thing.

Celebrating it for more than a day might sound appealing, but celebrating it for a month sounds absurd.

You simply can’t maintain that level of engagement, and the longer it goes on, the more time you have to reflect on the elements of the last year you aren’t happy with.

The same goes for Christmas; the longer it goes on, the harder it is to feel enthusiastic, and the more intense it becomes, the harder it is to find the joy in the simpler elements.

It can seem like an all-singing, all-dancing bonanza, and frankly you’re not about it.

Having the Christmas Blues can be a normal reaction to the fervour of the season's frivolity; and the sooner you learn to stop chastising yourself over it, the better.



At seven, a middle-aged man slid a clammy hand up the back of my T-shirt while I waited at the sweet counter in my local supermarket, and left it there while I squirmed and wriggled from beneath his grasp.

At 11, a young man, wearing a pair of shorts and no underwear, chose to bend over in front of myself and my friend in an effort to purposely expose his genitals to us.

That same man watched us slip through a purpose-built walkway in a cul de sac, got into his car and disappeared from view only to reappear at the other end of the cul de sac, and repeat the lewd action.

While these instances are seared into my memory due to the confusion I felt at the time, they didn’t colour my perception of men, as a whole.

I considered them an anomaly, and thankfully in my life, they were.

I grew up surrounded by men who cared for and protected me, and my gut reaction to these instances was the belief that these men had a choice to do (or not do) what they did.

These two individuals did not represent the male community as I knew it.

As a child, I identified that there were dozens of grown men in the supermarket on that occasion who chose not to invade my personal space or make me feel ‘squirmy and embarrassed’ by the unwelcome touch of their hand.

There were dozens of teenage boys and young men whose paths I crossed on a daily basis who chose not to expose themselves to me like that guy in the 'weird red short shorts' did.

As a child I knew I had choices, and as far as I was concerned, adults had even more. And it was up to them to make the right one.

On those two occasions, they didn’t. And that was not my fault.

This is a concept Donna Karan appeared to struggle with when recently faced with questions regarding Harvey Weinstein’s alleged sexual harassment of numerous women.

"How do we display ourselves? How do we present ourselves as women?” she asked. “What are we asking? Are we asking for it by presenting all the sensuality and all the sexuality?”

By suggesting that men are unable to contain their sexual desires at the mere presence of a female (scantily-clad or not), is offensive to millions of men.

If it all comes down to what we’re wearing, then what about the young man who saw me waiting for a taxi in the early hours of the morning, wearing just a string top and mini skirt, using my arms to shield myself from the wind?

Why did he choose to ensure I got home safely by sacrificing his seat in a taxi?

Seeing me clearly drunk and tottering on heels at a relatively deserted street corner, he asked the driver to stop and take me instead.

While I settled into the backseat of the taxi, he made his way to the corner I had just left and waited to hail himself another one.

By Donna Karan and George Hook’s estimations, my ensemble and alcohol intake meant I was prime fodder for unwanted sexual advances that evening.

But here’s the thing; I didn’t fall victim because the man I encountered chose not to commit a crime.



I remember the first time I heard the word ‘rape’.

I was nine-years-old and kneeling on my family’s sitting room floor, rooting through a jigsaw box.

A woman being interviewed by Gay Byrne used it.

Short, sharp and severe.

Without looking up, I asked: ”What’s rape?”

There was a momentary pause before my mother reacted, replying: “It’s when someone has sex with a person, who doesn’t want to take part.”

In a forced act of bravado based on acute embarrassment over my mother’s use of the word ‘sex’, I shrugged my shoulders and replied: “Is that all?”

I don’t recall the moments that followed, or whether there was, perhaps, an exchange of looks between my parents, but I do remember speaking with my mother later that night.

She told me never to dismiss rape. She said she understood my embarrassment, but to respond to rape in the way that I did was wrong.

Given my age, she obviously didn’t intend to have an in-depth discussion with me about it, but it was clear she was desperate to ensure I knew that the severity of the act was not something you could dismiss with a shrug of your shoulders.

At the age of 9, I learned that rape was not something to joke about, or ignore, nor was heartfelt discussion surrounding it something to be embarrassed by.

A year shy of my 10th birthday, I learned that the word ‘rape’ had a profound meaning, that it was a grave matter, and should always be treated as such.

This brief, but poignant conversation contributed to the visceral discomfort I felt years later upon hearing adult peers using the term ‘rape’ in regards to college tests and university exams.

The nonchalant way in which it was flung about unnerved me.

“I RAPED that test,” male students would cheer in the wake of a final exam.

“I was literally raped by that paper”, female peers would mumble.

While arguably a throwaway remark, and not indicative of anything more sinister than linguistic laziness on the part of my generation, it does speak of a more worrying narrative.

And while I can't, hand on heart, say I never fell victim to adolescent idiocy and made a thoughtless reference as part of juvenile discussion, I always, always, always knew it should never be treated with such disregard.

By using the term to describe something innocuous, you essentially reduce the severity of the word and, indeed, the act itself – something which rape survivor, Dominique Meehan, asserted during a recent interview with The Sean O’Rourke Show.

“When I hear a rape joke like ‘My football team Manchester got raped by Chelsea’, that sort of thing, what I hear is that you don’t care about how a rape affects a person. It’s what it comes across as, I don’t care if people don’t mean it,” she said.

If we’ve learned anything over the years, it’s that rape culture is insidious.

We may not realise we’re contributing to it, but for every time we awkwardly laugh at a slut-shaming remark or merely furrow our brow at a rape joke but choose to say nothing, we’re doing exactly that.

Dismissed as locker room banter when the President of the United States is seen to engage with it, and trivialised when bars and clubs use it to promote their venue, the repugnant narrative that surrounds rape in some sections of society needs further exploration.

And with women like Dominique Meehan calling for it, it’s time we listen, and say no to it.

Short, sharp and severe.


When you logged onto Facebook this morning, you were probably met with the usual slew of holiday photos, LadBible memes and news videos of whatever tricks Trump is pulling at the moment. 

Nestled among the conveyer belt of videos that beat the algorithm to end up on my feed this morning was a video entitled 'She's a Slut.'

Initially, I assumed that this satirical video by singer Chloe Adams would have some kind of edgy but ultimately empowering message about reclaiming the term, but alas, I was wrong. 

The song, which describes the social dismissal of a woman due to her sexual history, is expressed with a bubbly veneer. 

The issue with the sickly sweet, smiling, hair flipping manner in which this song is performed is that it disguises the horrible words that are being sung with a veil of pop princess acceptability. 

If this song had been sang by a man, the outrage brigade would have been on the scene immediately, sirens blaring. 

As a person that some would consider a member of the feminist outrage brigade, here I am. 

Just because the singer is a woman, making a 'joke' about the sexual experience of her ex-boyfriend's new partner doesn't mean she should be able to get away with using these words to deprecate others. 

Chloe Adams is clearly a musical talent, but no matter how hard she tries to shield this song under a safety net of banter and sarcasm, the truth is that the song is problematic. 

It reinforces tired old stereotypes of women hating one another due to the diverting affections of men, and worst of all, it shows that in some cases, years of progress made in the area of the acceptance of female sexuality are not as concrete as one would hope. Slut shaming 101.

Men and women alike are free to explore their sexuality with as many or as few sexual partners as they choose, and belittling and dehumanising a person to the long standing and often unshakeable label of 'slut' stems from the judgemental rhetoric which sees women shunned from society due to promiscuity. 

We all remember that girl in secondary school, who kissed the wrong boy at a disco or went further than the socially accepted standard of sexuality, and was the school slut for the rest of eternity.

We've all seen 13 Reasons Why, and know exactly what that label can do the a person's sense of self worth. 

While slut and whore are not gendered terms, men can be marked with the label too, they are most often used to degrade female-identifying individuals.

The Facebook post tagline even encouraged people to associate their local slut with the video: 'Tag A Friend If This Reminds You Of Anyone!' 

'I saw her on social media – In a skirt way above the knee,' the singer chimes, reinforcing the untrue belief that what a woman wears is essentially the measure of her promiscuity. 

Objectifying any woman is fundamentally wrong, but to hear it from another woman is disastrously damaging, as it gives others a form of permission to have those kinds of thoughts themselves. 

While Chloe herself has taken to the comments to insist that this song is a joke, the majority of the commenters on the video, which has now been viewed over 186,000 times, are tagging friends saying things like 'I can think of someone like this,' proving that while Chloe's intentions might have been for it to be a joke, en mass slut shaming is the result. 

Frankly, how much longer can the juvenile 'banter' excuse continue to mask reoccurring issues surrounding the perception of women in society, and in this case, by other women?

Feature image: Facebook screenshot / Chloe Adams


Confession: I have never been to a festival before.

I know, I know… total shocker.

Back in the day (OK, around eight years ago), Oxegen was the place to be.

My friends in school all got tickets for Christmas or birthdays – but because I was the baby of the class, my mother wouldn't allow me to go (you're still not forgiven, mam).

And the year I turned 18? Oxegen was cancelled.

Throughout the years, I've looked out for other festivals to go to, but if I'm honest, none of them really took my fancy. 

I feel like I am the only twenty-something in Ireland to never have experienced the festival scene… but now, I'm popping my festival cherry.

This weekend, I will head along to Longitude, and I'm both excited and a little bit nervous.

Nervous, because I really don't know what to expect.

How will the day begin and end? How much money will I have to bring? How will I get home? What if I lose my friends? 


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But even with those thoughts gathering at the back of my mind, the thoughts of excitement are bursting free.

So far, my mates have planned out the day pretty well; pre-drinks and glam time at 12.30pm, grab a taxi at 2.30pm, arrive and check out the performers at 4pm… and then party 'til our hearts' content until 2am (or until my body gives up on me).

The day sounds like a total dream, but the three things I'm really looking forward to the most are music, fashion and friends.

The music – obviously, festivals are centred around music, and the acts I'm most looking forward to seeing at Longitude is The Weeknd (obvs), Mumford & Sons, Mac Miller, All Tvvins, Skepta, Villagers and Jack Garratt.

Apparently, I've set my hopes too high and won't get to see all of the bands I want to see… but I'm determined to prove my mates wrong. How hard can it be?

The fashion – when I walk by people on the street I look out for cool style and daring fashion choices, and this is going to be no different.

One thing I need to remember though; it's not Coachella… I will not see Givenchy kimonos and Lavin dresses… but I still want to see the most extra style Longitude has to offer. 

The craic – music and fashion are two of my great loves, but there's nothing better than chilling and catching up with good friends.


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I'm also very intrigued to try out Heineken's new Live Your Music rooms, which allow you to control the sounds, mood and visuals of the atmosphere (which basically means I can custom-build my own nightclub to rock out in).

From pre-drinks to after-festival plans, I'll be with the best b*tches I know, and I can't wait to soak in the atmosphere and have a laugh with the fab ladies in my life.

My friends might be right – I've probably set my hopes too high and have no idea what I will encounter as I step foot onto a muddy Marlay Park.

But after this weekend, and after my first festival experience, I will report back and let you guys know exactly how I got on.

Is festival life for me?



At this stage, we've all seen Vogue Williams' most recent column in The Sunday World, but just in case you haven't, the model-turned-DJ took the opportunity to use her platform to discuss one of the biggest issues facing our society today – terrorism. 

The model, whose column was placed beside an image of her posing in a bikini, said that she was shaken by the Manchester attack, and that it made her feel that 'we can no longer sit around and do nothing,' a sentiment shared by many who despaired of the attack which claimed the lives of 22 people, including children. 

The 31-year-old has faced massive backlash from the article, with claims on social media that the star wanted a 'mass internment of Muslims.'

However, after reading the column in its entirety, Vogue makes approximately zero references to the internment of Muslims, but actually says she agrees with the internment of known terrorists. 

In fact, the only reference to Muslims in the entire article comes from a description of a Muslim police chief, who is backing internment for terrorists and extremists.

'This is something that should be decided on by the people, but I certainly agree with it. The only way to stop these senseless attacks is to put any potential threats away,' she says, drawing on the opinion of Muslim former police chief, Tarique Ghaffur.

Vogue admits that she is aware that the internment of IRA members in Northern Ireland, 'when 2,000 alleged paramilitaries were held without trial in makeshift camps' did not work, she feels that some kind of action needs to be taken to remove the threat of terrorism before any more people are killed.

Her reference to the IRA internment has led to online cries for the model to 'pick up a history book,' which is fair enough.

While Vogue's opinion on internment may be misguided, she still has a right to give her thoughts on a matter which affects more and more people as time goes by. 

I won't pretend to be a security expert (as some accuse Vogue of), so while I won't offer my opinion on her thoughts on the matter, I do think the backlash she has faced comes from a place of dismissal based on her stance as an influencer, that she can't possibly know what she's talking about. 

I think it is excellent that Vogue has used her platform to discuss something other than makeup or clothes, as most influencers won't touch social or political issue topics for fear of no longer appealing to their target audience.

It is a step in the right direction for other social media icons, who are looked up to by thousands, to come out and say how they feel about important issues, rather than feeling pigeonholed into certain subjects for fear of causing controversy. 

Yes, her opinion is considered wrong by the majority, as evident in the overwhelmingly negative response, but the 'stay in your lane' mentality isn't conducive to an open and engaging society where all opinions are heard, considered, and then (as in the case of Vogue) dismissed.

People are saying that Vogue isn't 'qualified' to speak on the subject because she doesn't have a PhD in security and defence, but if that's the case, then very few people on this planet do have the right to discuss a massive issue, based on education level. 

Vogue has proven that she is 'woke' to social issue thanks to her docu-series Vogue Williams – On the Edge, in which she investigated issues like drugs, social anxiety, gender dysmorphia and the obsessiveness nature of beautification in society.

Last time I checked, Vogue isn't an addiction councillor, gender non-conforming or a plastic surgeon, so why is terrorism off the cards for her to discuss? 

Her views have been described as 'totalitarian, oppressive and genuinely sinister,' which is grand – the majority agrees that her column wasn't for them – but opening a narrative about these issues is what is so important, in order to come up with better suggestions and solutions. 

Clearly, the vast majority of us disagree with Vogue and are anti-internment, but what do we think should be done? 

Yes, we're bloody mortified for Vogue and the reciprocation of her comments, but she should still be allowed to offer her perspective, despite her status as a woman, influencer, model, DJ etc…

As a society, we have considered her opinion and deemed it to be unsavoury, so let's find better recommendations now, moving forward. 


As horror films go, Get Out is up there with one of the best of the last decade.

Perfectly paced and thoroughly unsettling, Jordan Peele's depiction of the tension surrounding inter-racial relationships in the States ultimately gives way to an even darker, more horrifying narrative.

With a host of actors undoubtedly relishing the prospect of having an audience hold their breath through each unnerving on-screen exchange, Get Out reminds us that when our gut tells us something isn't quite right, we should probably listen.

Unlike other films of the same genre which often leave the viewer questioning the reactions and motivations of the lead character, Get Out perfectly taps into the individual's fear of rocking the boat or engendering ill will, and flawlessly places the viewer in the shoes of Chris – a young photographer meeting his new girlfriend's family for the first time.

While Chris becomes more and more unsettled by the conduct of the Armitage family, the compulsion to acquiesce dictates his initial reaction – a response many of us will have recognised.

It's not quite right, but is it wrong enough for me to leave? It's not quite right, but should I react?

As women, we’re advised to be on full alert at all times. Don’t walk home alone, don't wear your earphones after dark, don’t take shortcuts, don’t accept drinks from strangers, and don't put yourself in a vulnerable position.

Like meerkats, we’re meant to be able to spot danger from 50 feet and do our utmost to avoid it.

And as a result, we often find ourselves wondering if we have internalised this narrative to such a degree that we over-think our reactions to certain situations.

Considering most women reading this will have emerged unscathed from a situation which initially appeared threatening, it's hardly surprising we might find ourselves wondering if our exposure to the lifelong narrative has rendered us hyper sensitive

All of us have, at times, ignored our gut instinct for a variety of reasons in an attempt to rationalise our way out of an argument with our inner selves.

Is every stranger who walks a little too close to us on a dark evening a potential attacker? Is this guy's behaviour a warning sign? Are these nerves a warranted intimation or an ingrained reaction?

Obviously, each situation is unique, but if you find yourself asking these questions, your gut instinct has already kicked in.

And while it may not always be right, it is incredibly strong, and always worth listening to.