The news broke this week over Kevin Spacey coming out… as both a sexual harasser and as a gay man. It’s finally (finally!) open season on sexual predators, so understandably everyone is mighty pissed off – not just because of this transgression, but because it seems that his coming out is designed to excuse or minimise it.
I had to check that there wasn’t a real illness called Doyle Syndrome prior to writing this post, and there isn’t, so we’re good. Although if there was, I’d just call it Mrs. Doyle syndrome – which may give you some idea as to where this is going.
I know that you’re having a tough time. Your job is probably the most difficult and thankless in the whole country, and yet it is also coveted by those you should be able to rely on. I say that it is the most difficult not lightly; because jobs of comparable complexity and status have largely gone overseas.
The title of this piece is the first line of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29, which is analysed in detail here.
As with all topics discussed openly on the internet, the Thin Privilege argument has descended into a battle in which a side must be picked. You’re either pro-fat or pro-skinny, and there’s no middle ground. Well… That’s not strictly true, but there’s not much room for nuance.
The Conservative Party Conference was in Manchester last week, and plenty of people were unhappy about it. This isn’t a huge surprise as they’re lagging behind in the polls, social problems are rife, and the government is single-mindedly pushing through a disastrous exit from the European Union – a move that will leave the UK worse off on just about every metric.