It’s the line that just won’t die.
Although the Rhodes Must Fall campaign has petered out in recent months and it’s leader’s Facebook posts have overtaken the movement in terms of media attention, critics of the movement continue to claim it designed to destroy history.
An Oxford Don has even compared the movement’s desire to remove a statue honouring the father of Apartheid to “Isil’s destruction of Antiquities”.
This could not be further from the truth.
Millenials get a bad rep.
If you ask most people to picture the Millenial generation, they’d probably think of bearded hipsters frittering away their days in coffee shops, cat video obsessed BuzzFeed addicts, drunk MDMA fuelled students falling out of nightclubs, polyamorous twentysomethings spending their evenings Netflix and chilling.
Self-entitled molly coddled overgrown children who think the world owes them a living – that’s the general impression.
As a card carrying member of the Millenial generation, I can attest that this is patronising nonsense (apart from the bit about the beards). This view of Millenials is made all the more infuriating when it comes from members of Generation X, the most cosseted generation there’s ever been.
I know it’s tough to feel sorry for young people and this all just sounds like a spoiled brat moaning about the grown-ups, but let’s compare Millenials to their parents’ generation to prove Millenials aren’t as overindulged as they’re made out to be.
Following the atrocious attacks in Brussels that resulted in the deaths of 31 people, there has been a vast and understandable outpouring of sympathy.
Hashtags were quickly set up, memes of defiance swamped social media and the attacks received blanket coverage in the media.
Once the initial shock of the explosions subsided, a number of articles emerged criticising the lack of coverage dedicated to the Ankara bombings that had occurred just days before.
Most of the media attention paid to the Investigatory Powers Bill, otherwise known as the Snooper’s Charter, has focused on whether the government should be able to have access to our personal data.
This is an important debate, but I think most of us already assumed that the government was able to read everything we do online. If GCHQ isn’t doing it, the NSA almost certainly is. We may not like it, but we have just accepted it as a reality of modern life.The Tory mantra of “if you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear”, has hit home with a lot of people, even if it is borrowed from Joseph Goebbels.
But does this mean that the snoopers charter is logical and rational step to protect Britain’s national security? Far from it. In fact, there are many real tangible risks of the government’s plan that are currently going underreported.
Jeremy Corbyn is getting a lot wrong at the moment. Even his most passionate defenders would have to admit that. He seems to be on a quest to alienate himself from the media, whose support he will need to have any hope of getting elected. In his quest to appear totally above the mirky world of Westminster politics, he has missed wide open goals and is letting himself be attacked by opponents who aren’t living up to his high minded tactics.
In essence, he doesn’t care what his operation looks like from the outside as long as his inner circle is happy. And that’s his problem – who cares what things look like from the inside?
But, being lenient with him, let’s examine the defences he could be putting up if he were so inclined.
This evening, I was lucky enough to attend one of the most incredible matches in sporting history. Twickenham Stadium saw a nail biting match full of complex intricate play and explosive runs, ending in arguably the greatest team in sporting history clinching victory in a record breaking match watched by millions of sports fans around the world.
In the highest scoring World Cup final ever, New Zealand became the first team to win two consecutive tournaments and the first to win three in total.
The match was the final game for Richie McCaw, the most capped player in test rugby history, and Dan Carter, possibly the best player in the sport’s history.
But this match was not just about New Zealand. The Australian team, masterminded Michael Cheika, came back from losing 16-3 at half time, the highest first half score in a rugby world cup final, to nearly take the lead with 15 minutes to go. Going back 12 months, this would have been unimaginable with the Wallabies in a seemingly never ending downward spiral.
Put short, this was one of the most dramatic eventful matches in rugby history.
However, on the train back from Richmond I noticed something quite depressing: no one knew what had just happened.
Any devout rugby fan who has been keeping up with the sport over the past couple of years will have noticed a shift in the game that has come to a crescendo in this world cup – beards!
As if a 19 stone All Black hurtling down the pitch with the sole purpose of flattening whoever gets in their way wasn’t imposing enough, plenty of rugby players have donned an impressive array of facial hair to make them even more terrifying.
But not all beards are created equal, and some teams haven’t quite caught up with trend. If you look closely, you will see a correlation between the number of beards on a team and their likelihood of winning the tournament.
Don’t believe me? Well, let’s look at the numbers.