I have been very busy as of late.
It’s not too much fun particularly when you have deadlines to meet.
But if I didn’t have deadlines, I wouldn’t be motivated.
I’d say things are about 80% done as of today, April 30th. I need to make punctuation checks and go through again before submission on the 17th.
I’m particularly obsessive when it comes to grammar. Too obsessive actually.
PS: 100 points!
The news that Donald Trump has banned April Fools’ Day did not come as a surprise to me.
He hates even the slightest jokey comments made about him. No doubt he’s pushing to make jokes about him illegal 365 days a year, which is a massive blow to free speech and yet more evidence to suggest he is a totalitarian.
Not to mention he’s the biggest fool of them all.
So my brother goes to Vegas tomorrow. Setting off to Manchester Airport at 3.
I’m very jealous.
Partially because I’ve never left the UK. I feel so inadequate, being that there are people a decade younger than me and already travelling the world.
That and it’s Sin City. There’s a bit of everything there. From Rome to Egypt. From New York to pirates. It’s more than slots and roulette. One of the few times that going “family-friendly” helped.
I swear once I get the means…
Well, my anniversary was yesterday but regardless.
When I founded this blog, I set out to write one post a day, every day, for the first year. And I kept to that, with the exception of two weeks when I was on holiday.
But now the workload’s mounting and blogging everyday is, to be fair, an arduous task. There were many times I just pulled something out of my… ear. Those days are gone. From now on I will only be blogging when something hits me, be it inspiration, a need to rant or a bus. I could blog three days in a row. I could go two weeks without blogging. This will help cultivate my imagination and free myself up for the task of writing, editing and reediting 15,000 words between May and September.
This doesn’t mean goodbye. No it doesn’t. I’m just going to be a bit less active, especially from May through to September.
If you want to keep in touch with me, I’m at Facebook and on Instagram.
Ciao for now…
…I’ve been working on getting my mind in gear by turning off my internet when working.
It’s wonderful, but it can lead to downfalls. Just like chocolate.
I’ve found it working so far but my finger still hovers above the connections tab on my taskbar.
Maybe I should work in a locked room with just a typewriter and a glass of iced tea?
Actor and feminist activist Emma Watson recently did a Vanity Fair shoot in which she showed off her boobs in a sheer top. Radicals were outraged and demanded to know why she was committing this horrendously misogynistic act.
Emma’s response? “Feminism is about choice.”
Let’s go back to the Victorian era. Women had little choice in what to do apart from marrying, reproducing, cooking and cleaning. They weren’t allowed to do most things men could freely- not just voting, but SMOKING and WEARING TROUSERS were staunchly off-limits. Feminism rose out of those circumstances to show this patriarchal society that women deserved far, far more.
Now the great-great-great granddaughters of these original feminists have reverted to the prudishness of their forebears. The radical feminist reaction to porn is nothing new- Andrea Dworkin and friends campaigned against the art alongside fundamentalist Christian groups in the 1980s- but now it seems all celebration of the female form is off limits. And that, in my opinion, is true sexism. Men can flaunt their chests all the time but Watson can’t? She is right. Feminism should be about a woman’s right to choose in all matters- what to wear, what to do, and yes, whether or not she should have an abortion. Body policing is about as UNfeminist as you can get!
(Quite hypocritically, I have noticed overlap between the porn-exclusionary feminists and the ones who elevate the vagina from reproductive organ to symbol of female empowerment. Baking vagina-shaped cupcakes for your 8 year old child’s class is alright but showing off no more than can be seen in a PG-rated movie isn’t?)
These people aren’t about choice, they’re about forcing their narrowmindedness on half of the world’s population. Remember when feminism was also called “women’s lib”? Emma Watson is liberating herself through the way she dresses! Liberation as a form of oppression- seems very Orwellian to me.
Happy International Women’s Day to everyone. My hope for the coming year is that these people realise that feminism is indeed about a woman’s right to choose.
This weekend’s FA Cup fixtures see two sides from outside the Premier League, including the first non-league side to reach the quarter finals of the tournament. The reason for this isn’t just the luck of the cup though.
It’s the bigger sides’ arrogance, thinking they can field a full starting XI of reserves against “lesser” teams.
One of the few things the disaster that was the Checkatrade Trophy got right was imposing a limit on how many changes teams could make from their regular starting XI. That cup is actually meaningless and most teams didn’t listen. But the FA Cup continues to lose its lustre every time Arsenal field their under 5s against “lesser” opposition, as they will undoubtedly do against Lincoln on Saturday.
So my suggestion is this: Either Premier League clubs make no more than five changes from their regular starting XI or opt out of the cup. When Manchester United opted out of the FA Cup to play in Brazil, Brian Clough famously said “I hope they all get bloody diarrhoea”.
So there. Either give a shit about the cup or shit blood. Not a hard choice.