Oline writes about lives, stories, representations of stories of lives in media and culture, our consumption of those representations and complicity in their construction, endurance and evolution.
She is undecided about the Oxford comma. She has a PhD from King’s College London, wears color, eats cake, writes about Jackie Onassis, and thinks a lot about mortality, nuclear fear, feelings, feminism and the sex lives of dead people. She hates coconut and is stuck on page 367 of vol. 4 of À la recherche du temps perdu. Her face is emotionally incontinent. Her name auto-corrects to ‘Online’.
This is a professional non-academic academic blog. It offers dazzling analysis, premium mediocre sentences, and absolutely no income. Credit for photographs is given where possible. The Daily Mail is mocked with wild abandon.