TRIGGER WARNING: This article discusses the treatment of rape cases in the English justice system, which involves victim-blaming and discussions of victim’s sexual histories. It’s not very nice, and you may find parts of this piece upsetting. Everyone knows the 6 percent figure when we discuss the woefully low number of rape convictions in the UK.
In mentioning the ethnicity of the under-achieving pupils, we ourselves are “playing the race card” when it’s not actually about race in this instance. So now that the papers have got hold of it, we’re subjected to headlines like the one above from the Telegraph, and gems like those below (don’t worry, they link to critiques of the articles, not the original fact-free versions).
This technique can be used for more positive ends, such as removing hiding places where people might lurk, or to direct them between spaces using the safest and most convenient routes. But we are less likely to notice what doesn’t get in our way.
There were times in the past that I was sympathetic to the cries of ” Not All Men,” but after a while I’d seen and heard enough to feel like it actually was All Men. It wasn’t in overt harassment, or openly sexist comments, but the accumulation of so many little things, the ” microaggressions.”
Dealing With Rejection Appropriately
“… I was sacked (without explanation) by a man in a suit. Men in suits missold me pensions and endowments, costing me thousands of pounds. A man in a suit led us on a disastrous and illegal war. Men in suits led the banks and crashed the world economy.
So, it has happened – a lot quicker than I thought it would. Although I should really have been keeping abreast of the news, I didn’t actually hear last year’s profit warnings or know that Carillion had been awarded a contract by Chris Grayling for HS2 in what turned out to be their dying days.
Brutalist architecture is one of the most divisive styles currently in existence. I have no doubt that in future, we will come up with something even more controversial, or ugly, depending on your viewpoint. Grenfell Tower was originally designed in this style.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my experiences using dating websites and dating men in general, and I’ve reflected on my own behaviour and that which I encountered from my potential partners. Soul-searching is great for helping you to grow in general, and specifically for helping you to avoid the same mistakes again.
Update 5th January 2018
Exciting things are happening with my creative endeavours! I’ve been able to increase my output so that I now have a presence on more sites, and I’m reaping the rewards as a result. I’m in the process of overhauling the website, so things may seem a little clunky for a while. However, I’m focussing on usability, presentation and content (so basically, all of the redesign), with the aim of updating the site to give a better impression of the work I do. Because I’ve done so much over the last couple of months, a lot of this is collating data to create a virtual CV.
As well as my regular postings at Vocal, I’m now writing on Medium, and I have set up an Atavist account for my political cartoons. I still write at HubPages, and I will be adding some fresh articles soon. Behind the scenes, I’m working on some fiction and non-fiction books, and I’m hoping to publish my first one through Unbound later this year.
Finally, I’ve introduced more ways for me to get paid! I know it’s all about my art and that, but I have to put food on the table. You can send me one-off gifts through my profile at Vocal, or you can sign up to be a donor to my Patreon, which has further details of projects that I’m hoping to fund (there will also be updates to the project as I’ve come up with a more structured plan for what I want to create using patron’s money).
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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.