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Thu, 18 Feb 2010 17:25:39 +0000

A few days ago I had a very long conversation with F., one of the Wolfson freshers. She is Italian, and we talked at length about the state of education and women in Italy - I always find these conversations interesting because, despite the fact I'm Italian too, I have so little knowledge of what it is like to live in Italy today. Actually, I pretty much have no idea. So we talked about universities in Italy, which are underfunded, based on nepotism, and ultimately do not present an academic community conducive to research. This I all knew, but was fascinated to hear the detail of. Even more interesting, we talked about women, and the position of women in Italian society.
F. explained how horrified she was to realise that, somehow, Italy is going backwards in this field, and how she has spent a lot of time sitting with her childhood friends who seem to have little to talk about apart from how they clean their kitchens and how they're trying to get their boyfriends to marry them and make them babies. It reminded me of a friend of mine who once made a side-by-side comparison of glossy women's magazines in Croatia, the UK and Italy: the Croatian ones talked about fashion and hobbies, the UK ones about sex and orgasms, and the Italian ones about how to look good in front of men and bag yourself a husband. Whilst this is generally quite funny and says a lot about culture in the three countries, the Italian one is a pretty worrying trend, and one I think is spreading (or maybe it's just been more over the DL over here?).
The UK is generally better when it comes to women and women's status, don't get me wrong, but in the last few months I've encountered some pretty weird things. Most of the women I know are well educated (sometimes beyond postgrad), have good jobs, and are generally independent. Yet so many of them seem to have one ultimate dream: to get married and have children. It's not that I see anything wrong with long-lasting relationships (more on marriage later) or having children, but the idea that women's ambitions are still reduced to 'family' does terrify me. Surely we should see beyond this? What makes it worse is to see the men involved with these women, who, to be quite frank, don't give a shit about the big wedding and the children. Queue the big white dress, hundreds of guests, thousands of pounds spent on renting a wedding venue which is somehow always disappointing... And women thinking this is "the best day of my life!" Isn't that a bit sad? And isn't the happiness actually to be found in the years spent in a meaningful relationship, rather than the one day and the one rather antiquated rite of getting married? Apart from the trite statistics on divorce, I think it would seem obvious that marriage has become more and more a meaningless institution; and this is coming from somebody whose parents have been happily married for 39 years! People get married without much thought or, for that matter, love. Same goes for children. This absolute need to have children most of the time appears to be based on selfish reasons (reproducing yourself into another human being who will love you whatever you do) than reality (bringing another human being into this world, and doing your best to both make them into nice people and give them a fulfilling life).
The more I think about this, the more I am sure about two things:
- If I ever do get married, and I am not discounting the possibility absolutely, it will be because I want to make a commitment to somebody in front of family and friends. This means no big wedding, no expensive venue, and most definitely no white dress (white dresses are for VIRGINS you people!). I would then pay for a big dinner for our families and our closest friends. End of story. And most definitely NO wedding list. If I do get married it won't be to force people to buy me crap.
- I am not sure whether I will ever have children. Whilst we are told all the time how big a commitment this is, I don't think most people realise quite how big. Too many people do it in less than ideal situations - no money, no stability, no mental wellbeing involved. How can you bring a child into this world without making a 100% sure that you will be able to give them the best possible life? Oh, and also: I have no desire to be pregnant. Sounds pretty horrendous, actually...
My only conclusion is that, possibly, I feel differently about all this like I feel differently about nationalism/nationality. The life I have led means that I don't feel like I exactly 'belong' anywhere: I may have two passports, but I don't feel like I belong to either of those two countries; I might have lived in England for almost ten years, but I don't feel English. If I had to define myself as anything, I would say I am European, but that just sounds hippie-ish. In the same way I don't define myself by the fact that I have a womb. I have thought of myself in many ways (a student, an NGO worker, a traveller, a postgrad, a Wolfsonian, an office worker) but never have I defined myself as first and foremost a women. This doesn't mean I don't feel strongly about women's issues, actually, just because of it I feel even more strongly about it. I find it offensive that because of this silly womb, which many women may never use, we should be disadvantaged in any way. I feel very lucky that indeed I have never felt disadvantaged because I am a woman.
So, we, the lucky ones who live in a part of the world where we're a lot less disadvantaged than we could be, should really make an effort. And that means aiming for a bit more than a big white dress and a pram, surely?

it's been a while!

Sun, 14 Feb 2010 21:58:56 +0000

Wow, I don't even want to check how long it's been since I've posted something. Christmas came and went, after a tough term dealing with admissions, and it was great - despite the difficulties getting to Paris a couple of days after the Eurostar debacle! We walked, we ate, we drank, and no arguments were had. And then, well, we've gone back to the daily routine of work and friends and TV and books.
I am now looking around to see if any new interesting jobs appear, and I seem a bit happier, overall. I have done a lot of thinking lately about relationships, past relationships, weddings, children. I need to sit down and write it all out one of these days, but let me just note that I have no intention of either getting married or having children!!!
Life goes on, and things make me happy lately. It's good.

looking back

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 22:41:38 +0000

Cast your eye back, around seven years, to October the 8th, 2002, and this is what you'll find: The beginning: Ok. My name is Vanina. I'm 18, I'm italian but have been living in Paris for the last 7 years. Actually, I lived in Paris until 2 weeks ago. I just moved to London to attend university (SOAS, which ROCKS)...
My first month with my blog I posted 75 times. My life in the UK - what turned out to be quite a big bit of my life - had just started. I was excited, and happy, and doing all kinds of things I wasn't meant to do. I've become a lot more sensible, and sometimes I feel boring. But in many ways I'm still the crazy 18 year old who moved to London. I still have (some) dreams, amidst the fog of feeling lost. I'm also a lot more fucked up than I was seven years ago, or maybe just fucked up in different ways. Or maybe it's just all come out...
It feels weird to think I'm 25. When I was 18 I thought the world was mine for the taking, and then I discovered that it never actually happens that way. You make do, you try your best, and you adapt. When I was 18, living by myself for the first time, going out, partying, drinking, smoking, I felt like a grown-up. Now, every morning I wake up and feel more like a child. There's so much still to work out! So much I still need to understand!
A lot has changed. It's weird, but I almost I feel protective of that 18 year old me, somehow so innocent (amidst all the naughtiness). I might be disillusioned, but I do realise that so far I've mostly been pretty fucking lucky. And I thank my lucky stars I made that move, I left Paris behind and came here. I cannot even imagine a life not in this country, not with these people.

difficult days

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 21:03:18 +0000

Things this end of Oxford are becoming a bit difficult. Or maybe frustrating is a better word; I'm frustrated with myself, with people, with work, with the world. The problem isn't a lack of willingness to change direction - the willingness is all there, because I know it needs to happen - but a lack of confidence in my ability not even to take a new direction, but to pick one. I've felt lost for too long, and somehow I'm having a really hard time finding my way again. And of course this is affecting all other aspects of my life, and everything is just becoming too much. This complete lack of self-esteem makes every action so difficult. It doesn't help that we're all a bit lost, with all of our own problems, and inevitable clashes/crashes happen.
I know I need to do something else, I know that. Where I am with my life right now just makes me unhappy, but somehow being unhappy isn't enough for me to start doing something else. It's hard to see the bigger picture, and so I get stuck on the small, inconsequential, and upsetting details. And by doing this I do no good to anybody, and I start feeling like dead-weight.
I keep thinking I've sunk to the bottom, and now I can only go up; but it never seems to be the case. Maybe it's time for me to ask for some help.

The University Parks

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 17:32:33 +0000

The University Parks are the one constant of my everyday life in Oxford. I am very lucky in that I live right next to one of the entrances, and my work happens to be very near the entrance on the other side of the parks (a whopping seven minutes away!); also, my office has a wall made out entirely of glass filled with a view of trees and lawns. And so every morning I cross the parks, spend my days looking at them, and until sunset started happening before 5pm, I also crossed them back on my way home.
They provide me with endless entertainment, particularly in the morning, around 8.40am, when I see a whole series of odd characters. There's the Polish couple walking in the opposite direction who, around once a week, walk down the path screaming at each other in Polish (the next day they're always holding hands). There are lots of joggers, even though there's definitely fewer now that it's getting cold; my favourites are the man who must be in his 70s running around in very short shorts, and the mum running in tiny lycra clothing pushing a pram complete with very covered up baby (with very rosy cheeks indeed). During the summer there was a multitude of other mums with their prams; I now only see them in the afternoons, from our window, participating in some odd exercising class, with babies and prams in tow. There are the dog walkers, usually very posh looking North Oxford housewives, in full rain gear and wellies (and with associated poop scoop). There's the nice security guard who appears regularly at the gate near home, waiting to catch naughty students cycling through (to my great joy, bikes cannot enter the parks, whether ridden or not) - we actually exchange hellos now. Occasionally there's a young man wearing long leather gloves and leather boots, with a falcon on a string. And of course, there's the students walking in both directions, going to the Science Area or to the Colleges and Departments in North Oxford; they usually include an English girl or two wearing flip flops in November, and the very young looking undergrad in the beige duffle coat.
It's great fun walking through the parks.

Home home home

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 16:29:52 +0000

Another one of my pictures has been posted on one of my interior decoration daily reads - see desiretoinspire.net! It's actually from when I lived in College accommodation (probably around two years ago now!), and includes beautiful flowers from Columbia Road market in London. Which I actually haven't been to in a while, and now with this I really want to again...
Speaking of interior decoration, I managed to drag M to Ikea for the upteenth time, and buy even more furniture for our now fairly packed flat. It was actually a 'small' Ikea trip by my standard - we picked up an Expedit bookcase in white, the Melbu table (which wasn't in the showroom, so I picked it up without even having really seen it!), some glasses and a couple of plants (including this uber-cute heart-shaped one). I really should take pictures.
This flat is starting to feel a bit small, but as we've signed a contract for another 12 months not so long ago, I think I'm going to have to resign myself to not having masses of space! I still absolutely love it, and in so many ways it's my perfect flat (Victorian house, big windows, with our own furniture in it). I wish we had the money to put down a deposit on a house though... I can't wait for the day where I'll be decorating my very own house!
Work is going, life is going. Lots of freshers in Oxford and at Wolfson, and it's fun to meet some new people. The one bit that's not so fun is all the flu they bring with them...

halleluja!

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 08:31:41 +0000

Now, forgive me for being stereotypical in my insults: Berlusconi vaffanculo! Finally you're getting what you deserved.

painful

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 20:38:27 +0000

I don't know how to explain any better than I have already; too many contradictions, too much built-up emotion. One day maybe I'll find the words, but in the meantime I am left feeling interrupted and frustrated. How do you make somebody see what is evident to you (and others) but not the person in question? How do you explain that despite all the good things the bad things have had an effect, and it's painful and unnecessary? I now miss my home, the real home, the one with M, and I realise how lucky I am to be with somebody who's not just rational, but also understands himself and me.
I hate the fact that I'm left feeling mean, when all I'm trying to do is to be honest and find some peace of mind.
Families really are a difficult thing.

Some photos

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 22:17:05 +0000

Some of my photos from Morocco are up; only a few, and I meant to do more, but somehow forgot! Just had a weekend all by myself, as M is off to Japan to see his cousin who's getting married. Actually, right now he's in Okinawa scuba diving, and I really wish I was with him. Instead of going to the office, which is dead dead dead, where I have nothing to do. I've actually had to start finding things to do because I'm not so good at procrastinating so much. I am very good at procrastinating at home though, of course. I've almost finished season 13 of ER, which gets more and more rubbish by the day (but I know I will be buying seasons 14 and 15, I can't help it!). Watched Weeds, which is amazing, and waiting on season 3 from a friend. And now have started really liking Waking the Dead, which really surprised me. That one I blame on RaeRae. We also went to see District 9 the other night. After getting over the fact that the style of filming made me incredibly nauseous, I really enjoyed it. It was so very interesting how we all had different theories about it when we came out at the end; we all saw different social critiques (apartheid, IDPs, migrant workers)... And I hate to confess I can almost see RaeRae's point about SciFi being a good medium of social commentary. Damn! I refuse to like Doctor Who though. On Saturday night I just stayed up until silly o'clock in the morning, outside the Wolfson bar, like always. And I'm pretty sure the ging was trying to sell people cutlery, and whisks... Sometimes I think I'm grown up, then I have weekends like the last couple I've had, and I realise I'm really not. And I'm really grateful for it. Being young and silly is cool. In fact, it's the new black, didn't you know?

ageing

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 21:12:59 +0000

So, M and I went to Morocco. We were hot. We came back and went back to work (sadly). I turned 25 and was hungover twice in a week, which these days is an oddity. Even more odd, I was hungover twice due to drinking with my parents. I went to London and realised just how much I miss it, and how much I want to live there again. I fell in love with Chiswick and Brick Lane, and I want to live in one of those two places.
I spent a while wondering what I'm doing, and where I'm going, and established what I already knew: I don't know. It didn't exactly kick my arse into gear, but I'm starting to wake up.
I signed up with the Uni Club again, so I can start going to the gym and deal with my worsening body and esteem issues. I feel fat every day and it needs to stop, I need to go back to what I was. I can't spend my days longing to be like skinny girls on the street, and feeling envy because I hate my body.
I started looking at training contracts to do a law conversion course. I may even have a contact, through a friend of my parents. I need to stop hating what I do and telling myself that at least it pays the bills. I need to have a plan.
In the meantime, I have a plan for the weekend, as it's finally going to be a quiet one: iron, clean, eat nice food, go through my photos from Morocco, read, feel happy in my home.
One of these days I'll come out of the black cloud that's been hanging over my head for the past two years. I will. I have M, my family, my everything, my friends. I will get there.

holiday time!

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 08:19:38 +0000

So, we're off to Morocco for two weeks on Sunday. Average temperature in Marrakech over the next week: 40 degrees. This is going to be interesting...

Open Day Madness

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 07:58:20 +0000

Yesterday we welcomed 650 Medicine/Physiology wannabes (and parents) into the bosom of Oxford. And today, in all likelihood, we'll welcome 650 more! Busy days, but lots of fun! Until I realised the 6th year medical student who will be in a doctor in a month's time applied and went to university a year after me. He'll be off saving lives and stuff soon. I feel old and still can't believe I'm going to be 25 in August (and I still don't know what I want to do with my life).
In other news, we're going to Morocco for two weeks at the end of the month. Marrakech, Jbel Toubkal and Essaouira for a bit of a beach holiday. And we're staying here, here, here and here. I cannot wait...

thought

Thu, 18 Jun 2009 19:44:11 +0000

I wonder if the reason is that I'm scared to put my thoughts down on paper, whether I'm just avoiding having to think about anything at all. Life goes on and I'm not sure what I'm doing. I have moments of clarity where I ask myself what the fuck am I doing? And then I just go back to the job, home, TV, friends, sleep, and start all over again the next day.
In reality it feels like I'm taking a break from life.
When did I stop being a positive person?

amusement

Thu, 21 May 2009 08:02:37 +0000

Yesterday I had to go down two floors from my office to find a free loo due to the long queues of undergrads in coat labs queuing to get ready for the 'wee practical'. Yep, they wee in cups and the analyse each other's wee.
I wonder if that's funnier than the email from the student who'd missed a lecture whose excuse was she'd been on a three day religious fast, and the only thing she could do before passing out was crawling to her emergency honey and have a spoonful of it...
Working in a university can be kind of funny sometimes.