Spring Break is upon us! This year Soc Bitch jet- ted off for a week of tits, tequila and t-crippling social angst in sunny Oxford. It’s here that UN Women Oxford UK Soc have gotten themselves into trouble. Amber Rudd was invited to speak at an event en- couraging more women into politics; however a mere half an hour before she was supposed to go on, the former home secretary was ‘no platformed’. This is a process where stroppy snow- flake millennials pin a public speaker to the ground and remove their thick souled shoes - resulting in said speaker being too short to been seen over the lectern. Fans and non-fans of deport- ing thousands of Brits to a country they’ve never visited alike admonished the Oxford students for wasting the tactic on a former nobody from Sus- sex. The students responded that tell- ing Amber a mere 30 before she was due to speak was to ensure her the in- dignity of a whole ride back down the Chiltern Mainline to think about the consequences of her actions.
Back home, it would not be amiss to compare the constant level of hys- teria emitting from Musical Theatre Soc across the CSC (complete with flamboyant arm gestures) to that expe- rienced by the British public in 2020’s ‘great toilet roll shortage’. Except, by some miracle, the latter appears to be grounded in more common sense, giv- en the extent of clannism that has been on show in the last term. With friend- ships disintegrating by the week, ‘Dog- fight’ was ideal both as the choice of production and as a description of the rumour-riddled society – although per- haps ‘Catfight’, ‘Sharkfight’ or ‘Point- lessfight’ might equally have fit the bill.