Comfort in Culture: Gilmore Girls


Gilmore Girls

To celebrate the return of Gilmore Girls last month I wanted to talk about what it means to me. By the title I’m sure you have deduced that for me this television programme is not just something to watch but something I find a lot of comfort in.

I lost my mum at a young age so I missed out on all the mother-daughter things you do as a teenager with your mum. Lorelai and Rory’s relationship of being best friends as well as mother and daughter truly reflects the kind of relationship I had with my mum.


I am such a Rory. A book worm, a studious girl with a determined nature & a lover of culture. My mum was probably somewhere in between a Rory and a Lorelai. She was organised like Rory but she was a great nurturer who would do anything for her friends, like Lorelai. My best friend is a complete Lorelai which provides me with hours of entertainment, especially when she comes out with ridiculous things that make no sense.


The Gilmore Girls isn’t just a TV show. It provides a comfort to me when I feel stressed, sad, angry, ill, and so on. Its lighthearted, funny and brilliantly written. I always find it hard to describe the show to people who haven’t watched it because it is so unlike any other TV programme out there. Which is part of what makes it so special.

I don’t want to write about the reunion episodes because that’s a whole other post and I am still not quite over the ending of it (team jess) So for now, I will return to re-watching the whole thing from the beginning, laughing at jokes i had forgotten, crying at the moments that are special and generally enjoying losing myself in the world of Stars Hollow.


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a semester round up

As this semester reaches its end I thought I would take the time to write a little round up of my first few months back in the swing of university life. I will not pretend that I did not have my apprehensions about this semester, all of which are detailed here. However, it has exceeded my expectations, stamped out any worries that I had & turned out to be pretty darn good.

I have been writing about mental health in other places than here:

If you follow me on twitter (shameless promo) you will have seen me tweet links to 2 articles I wrote about anxiety and leaving my year abroad (more shameless promo). It was quite the task to get the confidence to write about such personal things on a platform that is not in as tiny a corner of the internet as this blog. However, I am glad that I did because I have since had some lovely messages from people both sharing their experiences and congratulating be on speaking up.

Lectures, seminars and essays oh my!

Despite ending up doing two modules that included subject matter I had never heard of before, I actually quite enjoyed my classes in the end. As I type this I have only received one mark back but for my first essay in a year I will happily take a mid 2:1! Since learning to deal with my anxiety better I have actually discovered that I am able to be a little more chilled about my results. Whilst I still have my stresses I have generally managed to say goodbye to spending a large portion of my time worrying about percentages and grades.

i know i have used this photo before but i don’t take many pictures of me doing work.

Friends; old & new

As I have previously mentioned, I live with my best friend & not a day has gone by that I haven’t laughed with her. Many evenings are spent watching The Real Housewives, drinking copious amounts of coffee & complaining about the masses of work we both have. There was a part of me that worried we would become social recluses, only hanging out with each other. In fact, the opposite has happened. I have got to know far more people on my course this year than I have in the previous two years I have spent in the same lecture theatres as them. It is never too  late to start new friendships and without getting too soppy, I feel very lucky to have had some wonderful times with some fab people this semester.

Other highlights as illustrated in pictures because words take time & I have two essays to write:

exploring the surrounding areas // dressing up as britney spears (zombie version) & american psycho // house parties with many photos of us posing // christmas markets & mulled wine

and now for a well deserved break – where are those mince pies at?

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Girls’ Night In

I can’t remember whether I have mentioned this before but I am part of my university’s Uni Boob Team for the charity CoppaFeel. This means that I help raise funds for the charity through involving students in fundraisers on campus.

CoppaFeel is a charity that raises awareness about breast cancer in young people and was founded by Kris Hallenga, herself diagnosed with breast cancer when she was 23. Kris and her team work to make sure that young people are clued up on how to check their boobs. You can find out more about what they do here.


I really wanted to organise my own event to get my friends involved and decided on hosting a girls’ night in at my house. Honestly, I stressed myself out about it way too much – it is so easy just to invite a few friends over, paint your nails and eat some cake. wip2

However, me being me I wanted to go the extra mile to make it special. I made a whole presentation on prezi, contacted local businesses to get raffle prizes, asked people to donate clothes for a swap shop and spent hours thinking of ways I could make it the best girls’ night in.

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Luckily, CoppaFeel provided me with a free fundraising kit which included a very fetching boob badge, as well as balloons, napkins, stickers and ‘check your boobs’ cards. I am also lucky enough to have friends who didn’t mind pitching in and bringing along glitter, hair chalk, cake and raffle prizes. I also spent a hungover morning making cookies and boob cakes (fairy cakes with badly iced boobs on them).

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The night itself was such a giggle! We had prosecco, put glitter on our faces and ate our weight in cupcakes. PLUS, all my friends went away knowing how to check their boobs and know what was normal for them. Overall, I raised just over £500 thanks to those who came to the event and the kind donations from those who couldn’t make it.

I really urge you to have a look at the work CoppaFeel does and considered hosting your own event. It doesn’t have to be a huge deal, it could just be a few friends. The point is that people our age need to know how to spot warning signs. The treatment for cancer is improving every day and if caught early breast cancer doesn’t have to mean the end.


feel those boobs people. 

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