Sometimes I get drawn into social justice warriors’ proclamations of righteousness, worried that maybe I really am the crazy one, that perhaps some people really do need to be forced into acting decent, reminded not to harass or exploit their inferiors. Hierarchies will always exist and as long as there are people in power, there will be rude, abusive or downright dangerous characters sitting on top of it.
If we install, perhaps, a new order wherein there exist a few extra commandments such as “thou shalt not sexually proposition thy employees or co-workers” then the world may indeed become a better place.
That is, if we eventually evolve into some weird, obedient, androgynous, asexual, dystopian species.
Continue reading “Workplace transgressions and how not to deal with them”
NOTE: This is NOT intended to be a pity parade. I learned a lot, and was not traumatised.
A few years ago, I was a “victim” of sexual harassment from my unofficial boss at the time. This was before I started questioning social norms, reading political opinion blogs (ah, the glory days of inner peace), and before I truly understood my own boundaries…so…whose victim was I really? Possibly my own.
I was interning at a small events and media company headed by a successful bloke from West London. He offered me a weekly unpaid job and I thought job opportunities would just burst out at me after this, no doubt. I wrote up phony articles about some bars in Camden (for a website I now suspect he’d just set up to occupy my time) and was part of a team helping him to organise some skeezy luxury-themed events. He would get me in his office whenever I finished my writing and would congratulate me for my work and “confide” in me. He’d show me a terrible film he was working on and ask for my approval. It was weird, to say the least, but me, being the remarkably agreeable person that I was, I went along with it. I kind of admired him as I tend to admire those who make something of their lives, I assumed I should probably learn something from him.
Anyway, one evening he took me and a friend of his to review the opening of a new club night in central London. It was exclusive, fancy, free drinks, great fun. I interviewed some people just to impress my boss – I hung out with him and tried to ask him what elements I should review and how (this was my first reviewing gig) – most of all, I drank. His friend kept seeming to leave us alone together and bring us booze whenever we ran out. Somehow it wasn’t quite the professional visit I’d bargained for.
Continue reading “Soul education: How I used an unpleasant life event to become a stronger person”
I was a little apprehensive about writing this piece, because what authority do I have? I hold no degree in “Gender & Sexuality studies” like the writer of this drivel. Then I decided that if people can write politically acceptable articles based on nearly nothing, then I could do the same, only a bit less acceptable – ‘cause why the hell not.
I’m saying it.
I think traditional gender roles are beautiful.
It took a few years of consideration but the movie Deerhunter did it for me.
There is a meaning and a priceless value to intense emotions, so intense that they scar you physically as well as mentally. I personally have cherished every bursting surge of life that a rush of uncontrollable emotion brings – this is why people often take drugs if they are feeling understimulated by their day to day routine. This is why people have casual sex, or go paragliding, or get into street fights. These are all short term, life affirming moments accorded us by our fellow humans.
But there is truth in saying that ultimate transcendence, in the form bestowed upon us by Nature herself, lies in birth and death. In between those two events of a person’s life there are countless opportunities that allow us to experience these core feelings to varying degrees, such as the ones mentioned above.
I think it is fair to say that two concrete manifestations of these events are war and childbirth.
Continue reading “O Glorious Gender”
“It’s time to speak out!”
That’s right, people. ‘Cause there’s a severe shortage of “speaking out” these days.
That is if you disregard the millions of moaning Michaels who find ever more creative ways to tell all their friends (without having to leave the house) every single thing that’s on their minds in bite sized portions. No, but this time we really mean it. Oh my god, we’re going to rattle the world with this hashtag, you wait!
I feel like I’m witnessing the tumorous growth of yet another virtual fad, its lifespan likely to be as short and wimpy as those that preceded it. At least the ice bucketeers actually helped raise quite a bit of money for a clearly defined cause. This, however, looks to me like a load of bored young women jumping on the bandwagon of Hollywood’s latest ladies of the hour.
Continue reading “Predictably, we too have an issue with the #metoo craze.”
The recent “epidemic” of “depression” is one of my biggest beefs with society today. People are actually gaining exposure from making whiny, longwinded articles for massive media outlets talking about their PTSD induced by overly strict parenting and schoolyard bullying. How can this be happening? When did our culture turn around and show its underbelly to the big mean world? Moaning and whimpering we flock in droves to our underpaid doctors and leech antidepressant pills out of an NHS in crisis, and then feel even more sorry for ourselves as a result because our “needs” and “desires” were not “met appropriately”.
When I myself was a moody teen, I used to wish I’d had a rougher life just so’s I could complain more legitimately. Today I see that such fantasies are no longer necessary, because now everyone’s complaint is valid and worthy not only of consideration, but thorough compensation, too. Hooray! What a shame (read: thank God) I outgrew that stage before I could exploit it.
Our middle-class first world has officially become overly comfortable. Far too full of humourless, well-off, middle-class babies are getting showered with attention for describing their “symptoms” in a semipoetic and fully public way. I think maybe this little epidemic is maybe a little touch overhyped. In fact, calling it “depression” only became fashionable about 40 years ago.
Continue reading “#shoutyourmentalillness”
As a steadfast pro-choicer since as long as I can remember, I have recently made myself read and listen to as many pro-life arguments as possible. Let me cover these arguments and my rebuttals here and if anyone has anything to add or subtract, make yourself heard.
Now, I’m probably not going to say anything new here. Let’s not beat around the bush. I’m pro-choice firstly because I’m a young woman who realises that with one small mistake, I might bring my already unstable life to crash down all around me like the wrath of God. All because of a moment’s blindness to reality. I’m lucky to live in an era where I can fix that mistake relatively painlessly, few questions asked. Continue reading “Why I’m Pro-Choice (Within Reason)”
The first thing I feel needs to be addressed, is that this discussion dwells as a small controversy within a much larger topic. I believe that before we ask the question “should I have an abortion?”, we should ask “how did it get to this stage in the first place?” This is a broader discussion that would be of great benefit to those on both sides of the abortion debate. If we could all agree that every step should be taken to avoid the situation in which an abortion is to be considered, and work together to make it easier to avoid, both parties would be much happier, and more productive.
My main argument is that abortion is always immoral, regardless of circumstance. Killing an innocent human being is always immoral. Because I assume that most (if not all) people would agree with that statement, and that a great way to hammer home my points is to deconstruct the arguments of my opposition, I will go through and deconstruct the best arguments in favour of killing babies, for your own convenience.
Notice that I always refer to the life inside the womb as a baby, the same as the NHS. I always use language that doesn’t deheumanise a baby.
Continue reading “Why I’m Pro-Life”