Feminism still feels like someone rescuing me from the patriarchy so that I may be told what to do by 'sisters' who need to get their opinions out of my knickers. The banning of jelly wrestling would bother me less if I didn't think it was symptomatic of a feminism that will fight for your right to choose until it no longer trusts you with that right.
Along with His Holiness, scholars at the Global Scholars Symposium heard inspirational talks from Justice Goodwin Liu, His Excellency Gordon Campbell, Professor Cindi Katz, Wes Moore, Wanjira Mathai, Sir Tim Hunt, Tony Juniper, and many more.
On a recent train journey, I found myself, yet again, locked into debate with a fellow politics student. We argued about gender, equal pay, and affirmative action. We both wanted to win, we are both stubborn little mules, and we were both drunk.
I appreciate that getting into Oxbridge is extremely competitive and is a 'feat' in its own right, but it really doesn't matter whether Oxford is better than Cambridge and it shouldn't matter whether we go to one or the other or indeed any other university - at least not to the extent that it defines our identity and that is all people see.
It is a worrying fact that even though we live in an era that supposedly mocks the class wars that have previously categorised British history, there is still discrimination among one of our most important institutions; education.
There is a profound and shameful disconnection between me - as a civilian in whose name the wars of the past decade have been fought - and the costs and consequences of U.S.-led military dominance. Where is our regret? Our introspection?
Julia (my co-director and long-time friend) and I are both history students, and both about to sit our finals at one of the most demanding universities in the world. But that's the boring part. We also run what is fast becoming the world's leading international student film festival: Watersprite.
Gove inexcusably glosses over some of the worst horrors of British colonial history; yet his first stated aim is to show "how Britain influenced the world". Mau Mau and British-run forced labour camps in South Africa, for example, seem forgotten.
The only place I feel the most at home is at the airport. I recently put Uzbekistan as my home country on a job application form for completely desperate, hopeless banter. (Then I corrected it, obviously. To Lichtenstein.)
If you go on a quiz show - and especially if that show is University Challenge - you had better get some questions right. And you had better not get too many questions wrong. And if you do get some questions wrong, you should try not to get them too wrong.
If I am very honest, I do not really know much about her. I do know she's controversial, and I do know she has some bad views. I also know that some people even call her a neo-fascist. However, I have never heard her speak or explain her views.
The answer might be a master's degree. An extra year of specialist study to rack up your employability sounds to the uninitiated like a bomb proof idea. The problem is the cost. While students have spent the last three years protesting about undergraduate fees the issue of master's fees has gone unchallenged.
I'd like to live well, and I would love a class to teach me how to do it. Till these 'schools of happiness' become a part of our society, however, we'll have to do the research on our own - and hope that life is the best teacher.
Can Britain's two most prominent educational establishments can be said to have failed the country?
The latest episode in the long-running series of Oxbridge admissions 'scandals' is one of the more dramatic ones.
Before the UK, I had no idea that supermarkets could be ranked posh. I thought organic olives and manchgo cheese were for hungry people worried about chemicals, not a consumer choice that could be linked to a double-barrelled surname.