April 2013
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Spotted on Facebook: a sexist and degrading form...
A new trend of “Spotted” Facebook pages is allowing people space to post anonymous abuse at individuals who can easily identify themselves, and then scolding dissenters for lacking a sense of humour.[[MORE]]
If you’ve spent any time on Facebook recently, you’ve probably seen ten shared photos about how much somebody loves their mum, nine ill-spelt statuses about being tired, eight...
August 2012
3 posts
Yekaterina Samutsevich closing statement at the...
Yekaterina Samutsevich’s closing statement in the criminal case against the feminist punk group Pussy Riot:
During the closing statement, the defendant is expected to repent or express regret for her deeds, or to enumerate attenuating circumstances. In my case, as in the case of my colleagues in the group, this is completely unnecessary. Instead, I want to express my views about the...
Reddit and the Rapists: a disturbing commentary...
A recent thread on Reddit asked rapists what their motivation was for carrying out sexual assaults and if they regretted it. Whilst what personal qualities or circumstances render somebody capable of rape is a serious and worthwhile issue to explore, the internet isn’t a suitable place. Opportunities to hear rapists should be taken away from the public eye, by trained professionals, not by...
July 2012
4 posts
The sheer wrongness of strip clubs
To paraphrase the excellent Caitlin Moran, it’s the year 2012, and strip clubs - for so long regarded as the holding pen for the last few sad sweaty fucks on earth - have become acceptable again. I don’t see strip clubs as glamorous and empowering for women, I find them offensive, unnecessary and sexist. I think more women need to stand up and say this; that actually, they are uncomfortable with...
'We don’t mind a sex kitten but nobody’s...
Female sexuality is slowly creeping out of the dark dark cave it’s cowered in for may years, hiding behind the general assumption that women don’t like sex as much as men, nor can they talk about it openly. It’s not for ladies to talk about wanking. This is of course, what rational-minded people would straightforwardly dispute as bullshit. Women have just as many sexy feelings as men, and act them...
June 2012
13 posts
Running into danger: the culture of street...
I don’t particularly like running. By that, I mean that in the scale of ‘great things that I like’, it perhaps lies just above dropping a nail gun on my foot, but far far below eating Kettle Chips on the sofa. However, I like to eat pizza and this seems like the best way to ensure my body shape doesn’t engorge to vast proportions, like Violet in Willy Wonka and the...
FLIRTING AND WHY IT NEEDS A SPECIAL HAT
Flirting is a myth to me, like bikini bodies or the theory that flicky eyeliner is achievable, and not a wistful dream, shrouded in regret and cataracts. In short, I think I have more of a chance for the Olympics then ever understanding any sort of flirty behaviour. I don’t think I’m especially remedial but if everyone wore a hat when flirting, it would make life a little easier. I realise this...
When Durex stopped making sex sexy: the rise of...
I’m aware that the advert is a ‘spoof’, as in it was previously a Burger King advert and presumably they had no intention of posting it in magazines and ensuring it conformed to ASA’s standards of acceptability.
However, they posted it on their Facebook page with a 165k like’s, and used the caption ‘Poor Woman…(or maybe lucky one?), which was my main...
When Durex stopped making sex sexy: the rise of...
Durex UK posted this on their Facebook page on Wednesday, with the caption “Poor woman…(or maybe lucky one)?” Maybe I’ve had a complete sense of humour failure, rendering me with a complete inability to see a picture of an injured women with plasters on her face as anything but a woman who’s high on her luck that week. I was under the misapprehension that half of the fun of sex lies in the...
Tesco Retro
I wrote a small piece for the brilliant Vagenda magazine, but I’m just reposting it here because I’m vain. Originally taken from http://vagendamag.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/tesco-retro.html
My local Tesco’s separate their magazines into ‘Women’s interests’ and ‘Men’s interests’. Presumably just in case my ovaries don’t automatically direct me on a nuclear mission trackpath to choose...
Emailing Apprentice candidates, part 2
I might have had a few glasses of wine by the time I emailed Nick….At the time I thought it was light humoured and a witty take on the Apprentice episodes, but I actually sound as if I smoked crack cocaine before deciding that I should spend my evening emailing Nick before I went and shat on a neighbours door in protest at them playing loud music past half nine on a Wednesday night. Maybe I...
THE APPRENTICE MADNESS CONTINUES.
I don’t know know where my Apprentice liveblogs have gone but they’re not anywhere that seems to be remotely accessible without me having to sacrifice a goat to Steve Jobs in a sacred ritual, using only an app and the blood of three children. It seems that my my witty caricature of Adam as a sulky albino baby and Jenna as a honking Northern goose is lost forever. I’ve sulked,...
The Apprentice, recap Episode 2
Fifteen candidates remain, as Lord Sir Alan Sugar looks for the Marks to his Spencer, his pie to his gravy and the boring to his Ed Sheeran. I’m fairly anxious to find out who’s the next candidate to go after Bulgarian Bilyana bit the bullet last week into the black cab. The main focus of this episode is that Alan Sugar wants a dog he can invest £250,000 into, and use it to control the...
The Apprentice, recap Episode 1
A confession I have to make is that I LOVE the Apprentice. I love it so much that I want to build a little dungeon for it in my house to live in FOREVER…or I at least want it to be shown on television until my unique combination of anger and gin has blinded me, and I am only able to entertain myself by listening to dubstep and pretending robots are invading. I’ve commented on each...
May 2012
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Cantering
Being home from university for a month means I’m more susceptible to my mother’s suggestions for ‘activities’ we can do together. I need to remember that this is a women, who bought 20 motion-detector frog alarms from Poundland last week and hid them around the house, in a fit of lulz. So I accepted her invitation to a Zumba class, on the understanding that it was a fun...
