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Punk, Beards and Cups of Tea.
Andrew. Twenty. Third year History and Politics student at Keele University.
141001One tree, one year, one photographer…
Using his iPhone 4S, Mark Hirsch photographed a tree in Platteville, Wisconsin, every day from 24 March 2012 until 23 March 2013, capturing a year-long snapshot of life in and around the ancient oak:
Photographs: Mark Hirsch/PSG
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I think the word ‘feminist’ has been polluted, horribly. I raised my daughter as a feminist, and she won’t identify as one, because the word has been so fucking polluted by boomer media in the sense that it means that you’re ugly, or you’re fat, or you’re a lesbian—nothing wrong with being all three of those things—and every time I read an article in the mainstream media, it’s like, ‘Feminism’s dead! Dead! Dead, I tell you! Dead!’ And I’m like, No, it’s really not—not in me. Do I believe in feminism? Of course I do, I’m a fucking feminist. Do I believe that there are a lot of us out there? No. I really don’t.
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