Friday, 10 May 2013

Children.




I was driving past a school today and it must have been lunchtime - all the children were out playing and running around. I was transported back to my school days, not exactly happy...but they improved over time. Right now I feel like that little lost girl again, wandering around the playground looking for friends. All of those children, all that potential. I just hope that they have the support they need to fulfil their ambitions. That they are told everyday that somebody loves them. They are not just numbers in a machine, they do not have to just work, sleep, breed and die. They have have the potential to do so, so much more than is expected of them. 

Monday, 22 April 2013

Saturday, 13 April 2013

A woman being too scared to go out at night alone...is totally normal.

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Why do we live in a world where half of the population are scared to go out alone in the dark? Okay so we're not all afraid - but we are certainly more vulnerable. I'm not the kind of person who lets a silly thing like that get in the way, but over the last few months of walking my dog in the dark (a combination of hating  the daytime and hating the daytime)I have at times been fearful for my safety and that is in spite of having one very loud barking dog accompanying me. Walking down a dark, badly lit street when a group of stereotypically 'chavvy' young men come sauntering past. I have been scared, I have held my breath until they past, I have tried to walk faster - not drawing attention to myself - head down, no eye-contact. I've modified my appearance; baggy trousers, baggy jumper, hair tied in a bun, baggy coat - hood up. Completely unattractive and asexual. But here I am again double guessing myself - questioning whether I should have worn tighter trousers - trousers that wouldn't be so easy to get off or whether I should add another 10 minutes to the walk to avoid a short cut.

Some people would say that as a woman out 'alone' (unaccompanied by a man) at night - I should take the long way round - for my own safety - to do otherwise would be 'asking for trouble'. Obviously it is this kind of thinking which leads to the 'blame the victim/woman' mentality with regards to rape/sexual crime. A close male acquaintance of mine, once asked me incredulously, 'how are women treated any differently to men?' only it wasn't a question...more of a statement. In what way have I been treated differently? In what way am I made to feel inferior? In what way am I made to feel wrong in my own body? Like it is my fault, that I shouldn't be walking my dog at night, that I have no right to walk down the street in the dark. 

Thinking about how easy it would be to for me to be hurt or raped or worse. Thinking about the looks, the laughs, the slow walk past - looking and laughing. Yeah, that is just a part of being a woman I guess, eh? Generally speaking I don't worry too much about being raped, but when I am out - I can't help feeling vulnerable and under-protected. Googling mace and pepper spray - trying to work out if I could be prosecuted under current UK law for carrying it (despite its total legality in the US OF A - but then again so are gun). Why should I have to? Now I am not saying that these young men would ever have touched me but it is the fact that I have been made to feel this way in the first place - that makes my head spin. So should we stop avoiding parked vans and taking the long way round? Maybe not - but let's stop accepting this shit. Let's not feel ashamed of our bodies. Let's not blame ourselves. We are not at fault - it's not a crime to walk down a street, equally it's not a crime to walk down an alley with a dog. We are not to blame for the actions of others however much we are led to believe that is our fault - for going out alone in the dark or wearing a short-short skirt and getting drunk - WE ARE NOT AT FAULT. Do not let society tell you otherwise.

~ As always, Raging-Left


Thursday, 11 April 2013

How to live with passion? Maybe get off your ass and turn off the TV (or computer).



Easier said than done eh? We are promised a life full of wonder and fulfilment if we turn off our TV at least we are if you believe what the internet 'lifestyle' gurus have to say. Awaits us is a land of milk and honey (which isn't at all appealing to a vegan). But life is draining and who can blame us for wanting to switch off the greater part of our brains so that we can get lost in someone else's? My greatest problem is not with the actual TV (I abandoned that years ago) but instead with the endless number of 'must-watch' TV-shows that are available in their hundreds online. For better or worse my most recent TV addictions are NCIS (I know, I know) and Game of Thrones, yes they're bubblegum for the brain (particularly NCIS), but these days I'm incapable of getting through the day without watching at least 2 or 3 episodes. It's not having too much of a detrimental impact on my life, but couldn't I be doing something better with my time? Sure I could, but I highly doubt that if I stopped watching TV, I would suddenly develop a passion for playing squash, or find that I have a talent for   bending spoons. So let's raise a glass to our decreasing IQs and click on that big triangle in the sky.


Thursday, 4 April 2013

One more thing to feel guilty about.


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Sorry for the hiatus, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, eh?! Blog posting has been at the back of my head most days 
adding to the long list of things to feel guilty about, but here's the thing - this blog is mine to do with as I wish, so I've been busy the past couple of weeks and could be for another couple more - it is of no consequence to anyone but myself. Yet I understand that there is a minute possibility that there is one or maybe even two people who don't like that there is no really recent content - all I can say is - there's no point writing if your heart ain't in it and right now my heart just ain't in it. It's just too full up of other things at the moment. 

Thursday, 28 March 2013

Goodbye Dave.

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Hot-footing it to some fancy new aid-work job that pays a cool £300,000. Funded by...yeah you guessed it...the taxpayers.*

~ Raging Leftie

* Most of the IRC'S money comes from taxpayers the world over.