Author: Olivia Wright

Why GDPR Matters to You (No, Really)

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, or refusing the check your emails for the past six months, you’ve probably heard about GDPR. It’s new piece of data privacy legislation that’s supposed to make life better for ordinary people, but in reality has just clogged up their inboxes with a …

Universities Need to Do More to Signpost Mental Health Services

Trigger Warning: This post contains talk of mental health issues, including mentions of suicide and hospitalisation. — For many people, memories of their first year of university are a hazy blur of nights out and late night study sessions; of laughter and freedom and incomparable joy. My memories of first …

Are the Women’s Marches More Sign Than Substance?

When the Tories were voted into power in 2015, thousands of angry lefties took to the streets to protest David Cameron and his government. When Britain voted for Brexit, Remainers marched again in anger and in heartbreak. When Donald Trump was elected — and when he was sworn in, and …

Budget 2017: What You Need to Know

Forget Thanksgiving, forget Black Friday — hell, forget Christmas. Today — the 22nd November — was the best day of the year (for politics nerds) because our Right Dishonourable friend, Philip Hammond, delivered his second Budget as Chancellor. At least, I think he did. It was hard to tell between …

No, My Vagina isn’t Carcinogenic

I was 17 before I’d heard of a clitoris, and I was 21 before I knew that the vagina and the vulva weren’t the same thing. This wasn’t because I’d avoided my own anatomy for my entire life, or because I’d catastrophically failed GCSE biology. It was because no one …

Free Condoms Aren’t A Symbol of the Patriarchy

If you’re a person who menstruates, or have ever spent any time talking to people who menstruate, you’ll know that sanitary products can be expensive, in part because they are taxed as a ‘luxury’, as if bleeding from your vagina every month or so is akin to an All Inclusive …

I’m a Feminist but I Will Be Taking My Husband’s Name

At the time of writing, it is exactly 295 days until I get married. Which means it’s exactly 295 days until Liv Woodward disappears forever, and someone new steps into her place, all shiny and new (and probably drunk from champagne). See, despite being an ardent feminist–despite calling bullsh*t on …