I decided to write about abortion, not because I have any information that’s not already out there, or because I have a particularly unique angle on it. But there is a problem with how politicians and the media characterise late-term abortions and use it to demonise women and doctors, when it hardly makes a difference to the overall numbers, and is the worst possible demographic to go after.
My experiences on the receiving end do colour the way I approach interactions with men. I’ve learnt that it is better to act with caution rather than rely on my own assumptions that other people’s intentions are innocent.
There have been a number of commentators recently that have ridiculed people who vote for things that are bad for them, e.g. working-class Tory or Republican voters. The focus is sometimes on politicians and the media misinforming the uneducated masses.
What is it with Jeremys these days? They’re either heroes or villains; mostly villains at the moment, as evidenced by: Jeremy Hunt, the current Health Secretary and a new addition to the rhyming slang dictionary. Definitely a villain. Jeremy Clarkson, obnoxious relic of the past and belligerent anti-PC hero.
I do see boarded-up houses and old buildings falling into ruin, but these are in the old mill towns and forgotten industrial districts of the North. The wealth emanates from the South though, and reaches the North in waves. In the larger cities, some areas are indistinguishable from Central London.
In other footage we see civilians being transported, and men clambering for safety in the UN enclosure. The citizens of Srebrenica were predominantly white, and dressed in clothing that people like me would have worn at that time. They speak a different language, yet they seem similar to me.
Last night, I watched an episode of 999: What’s Your Emergency? while working on one of my many literary projects. I’m not usually that interested in mainstream TV, but tonight’s episode covered underage criminals, and this was something of a hot topic where I grew up.
Another day, another class-baiting insult from the Conservative government. There’s not 24 hours goes by without the Tories stirring up hatred towards some disadvantaged group, but don’t worry: this will all be over by Wednesday when the government implodes, according to Jean-Claude Juncker.
I grew up in the 80s and 90s, already a bygone era prior to the birth of many adults today. Aside from lamenting the loss of my youth, it really is easy to see that it was a different age. There were a couple of aphorisms that used to come out (ha!)
Look, I said it’s over. Let’s just draw a line under it and move on. Crazy bitch, why doesn’t she get that I’m not interested? Not to worry. I’ll get it taken care of. Look, I’ve found myself in a spot of bother. Can you help me clear it up?
Oh, this is going to be a fun one – I can see some of you squirming in your seats already! And that’s the thing, isn’t it? Cousin marriages are a bit icky, a thing to be mocked or pitied, in Western culture at least.
Another day, another embarrassment for Theresa May’s government. If there are any more resignations, the Cabinet is going to be a very lonely place. This time, it was the turn of Priti Patel to hand in her notice. I wonder who’s next – it’s rather exciting!
A friend of mine just set out for a day’s shopping, but returned unexpectedly soon after having gotten splashed by a vehicle driving through a puddle. This has happened to me, and in similar circumstances. My friend saw the vehicle coming, and noticed how the driver sped up and swerved into the puddle.
Some interesting conversations have begun since the spreadsheet of 40 Tory “sex pests” was leaked on the internet. This has happened in a wider climate of weeding out harassers and misogynists, so it’s quite easy to get caught up in the flow.
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.
Earlier this year, I attended a recovery program for survivors of domestic violence. The abuse had taken place more than 10 years previously, and it had haunted me ever since. The first time around, I tried to seek help, but I was let down by all the agencies that I sought help from: my doctor, social workers, the police.
Michael Gove is often misquoted as having said that “people have had enough of experts”, although some commentators have dug out the actual quote and presented it in its original context, which makes a nice change: “People have had enough of experts from organisations with acronyms saying that they know what is best and getting it consistently wrong.”
I was 22 when I received my first dick pic, before I even knew it was a thing. It was sent to me by a married man I was seeing back then (yes, do judge me on this one – he was a total jerk and my standards have improved tenfold since then), and I wasn’t sure what to think at the time.
Well, yes, there are women who abuse men. This well-known fact is brought to our attention whenever violence against women is discussed, just so the men don’t feel left out (nothing to do with derailing the original conversation, of course.) But we also know that there are far fewer women that abuse men, than there are men who abuse women.