Meet the Clitbait Team: an interview with Sofi Pal, Arts and Culture Editor…
Name, pronouns and role:
Sofi (she/her), Arts and Culture Editor
I once dedicated an entire academic semester convincing my flatmates that I could see UFOs from our Edinburgh flat, to the point where, after various interventions, I had indeed convinced myself.
What does intersectional feminism mean to you?
Like all of the best friendships, its about backing each other up, you know: active listening! To me, intersectional feminism is learning from others and truly understanding that each and every woman’s experience is worthy of the same agency, respect and appreciation.
What is your favourite thing about Clitbait?
Besides the very witty and provocative HTML name, I would have to say my favourite thing has been the chance to meet and be a part of the growing Clitbait Community. Being even remotely associated with such sharp-witted and creative women is stimulation enough.
What inspires you?
I have always loved the idea of making art for art’s sake! Not being too hung up on how successful or broke it might make you in the long run! As a teenager, nothing inspired me more than sneaking into gigs with my sister, dancing ourselves into a frenzy, and then looking forward to the detailed and hilarious gig review she would upload onto her personal blog of one reader (me). Ironically, art for art sake is what would eventually give me the courage to get up on stage and start performing myself.
What things do you do outside Clitbait that you are proud of?
In 2021, deep in the depths of my first heart break, I discovered the quiet joy of literary translation. By the end of the year, the ritual became my biggest comfort until I finished translating ‘Reina’ into English for my flatmates to read. ‘Reina’ is the debut novel by Spanish Trans activist Lys Duval and I couldn’t recommend it more!
A feminist confession?
I do take very specific pleasure in sending and receiving hate mail. Not as problematic as it sounds: all correspondence is limited to myself and best mate Bria, must be either handwritten or else aesthetically collaged (ransom note effect) directly from feminist magazines (think: The Skinny). The result is so aesthetic that my teenage bedroom in London is currently decorated exclusively with said hate mail.
A personal feminist triumph?
My two biggest girl-boss triumphs to date incidentally happened on the same day last month. After triumphantly printing off business cards for my official private music tuition empire, and equally triumphantly getting on the rush hour tube to distribute them around town, I found the courage to announce to the entire Central line carriage (of very uncomfortable women and very comfortable men) that man-spreading was, really, not cool, man.