Professor’s Pen #2 – a Letter to Dr Mary Ryan

As part of Motley’s celebration of International Women’s Day, we have delved into the rich academic life of our female teachers here in UCC. In this series some of UCC’s most impressive leaders pen letters to Mary Ryan, Ireland and UCC’s first female professor. Representing the school of Business and Law, Professor Mary Donelly pens […]

Women in Leadership: be it Politics or Pageantry

Motley’s Deputy Fashion Editor Kaia Purcell tells us about how doing an ‘unfeminist’ thing: entering the 2020 Miss Cork Beauty Pageant – was a means of cultivating her leadership skills and helped her develop her feminist voice.     When I began my journey in university, I still wasn’t all that sure of myself and my […]

Professor’s Pen #1 – a Letter to Dr Mary Ryan

As part of Motley’s celebration of International Women’s Day, we have delved into the rich academic life of our female teachers here in UCC. In this series some of UCC’s most impressive leaders pen letters to Mary Ryan, Ireland and UCC’s first female professor. First up, we have Dr Margaret Steele, lecturer of philosophy. Dear […]

Honour Thy Father: at What Cost?

As part of Motley’s Celebration of International Day, Imasha Costa looks at the notion of honour in South-Asian culture.  Honour. The first thing that might come into your mind would be that of upholding a promise. However, honour holds a deeper meaning within South Asian traditions. Honour, presented by a patriarchal dominance, holds the community […]

I Love Sex, But My South Asian Culture Would Say Otherwise

Imasha Costa – Editor of Arts and Literature for the UCC Express, lets us in on what it is like exploring the world of sexuality and masturbation as a young woman in a culture that says no.  This should get me berated by my own community, as I am technically not allowed to talk about […]

A Letter to Pat Kenny

03/03/2021 Dear Pat, I woke up this morning to day 355 of covid-19 restrictions, the groundhogesque feeling arising through the knots in my stomach and the invisible weight that sits on my chest. The same day to live. Again. And Again. And Again. I opened up my laptop on the desk three feet from the […]