I am 24 when I read Darcey Steinke’s Suicide Blonde for the first time. A matter of months have passed since then and I cannot stop thinking about this book. I feel compelled to draw my thoughts together and formulate a wider meaning, to adequately explain the mastery of this novel and why it has such a lasting impact, to explore how it encapsulates the female experience so truthfully.

It would be impossible not to know a thing about Greta Gerwig’s latest masterpiece, Barbie before going to view it. Whilst I was eager to make my own judgements about the film, I couldn’t help but read over 10 different reviews. I tried to refrain myself, I really did. In the media, the main discussion surrounding the film seems to be based on whether or not the film is ‘feminist’ - and if it is, is it feminist enough?