When it comes to forced segregation the modern consensus is that it is a bad idea. We have enough unspoken segregation thanks to money and class as it is, so when it comes to written rules such as the ban on women joining the Royal and Ancient Golf Club St Andrews. While other people were frivolously deciding on whether or not Scotland should break free and say yes to independence and Alex Salmond (and therefore no to David Cameron and Alistair Darling) 2400 male members of the golf club were deciding via postal vote whether or not women should be allowed to join the club.
For Books' Sake has launched a petition a petition called Balance The Books. For Books' Sake was surprised to learn that in spire of women reading, buying and selling more books than men the specifications for GCSE English Literature features a decline in representation of women. They decided to take action and balance the books, calling for the exam boards to commit to gender equality in their GCSE English Literature specifications, along with better diversity in terms of race, class and sexuality.
We have come up with some helpful suggestions for the exam boards to take into account when balancing up the books...
Ok, so we had The Fappening and I think we all learned a lesson from it. Or rather we were helpfully informed that we should all learn from this with informative tweets revolving around one theme: ladies, if you don't want strangers to post stolen naked pictures on your they found from getting into your private iCloud account then stop taking naked photos of yourself!
The subtext of the lesson was this - ladies, people on the internet cannot be trusted to make any kind of judgement that involves respecting your privacy, therefore when you send anyone a nude photo you relinquish all rights to privacy, kthxbye.
We hear a lot about motherhood. Women doing it wrong, women not being women until they are mothers, mothers ruining lives, dearly loved mothers, hugely resentful mothers, mothers who breastfeed, mothers who don't love their child enough to lactate, evil step-mothers, stay at home mums, working mums and momagers etc, etc. But you rarely hear about fatherhood. Not even to insult people, we say son of a bitch rather than son of a bastard or spawn of Satan. Discussions about fathers are often presented within the binaries of present and absent fathers. If a father is present then he is probably wonderful. If he is absent then he probably has his reasons.
Some people out there are happy to sit quietly. Or rely on talk radio to fill the silence. Others still are happy to acknowledge the chaos of life and select 'shuffle' on their iPod or MP3 Player of choice. For the rest of us there is the noble playlist. Borne out of the superior mixtape from the olden days in which a friend or lover slaved over a tape player for hours deciding what you might like to hear the innovation that is Spotify means you can suit a playlist to your mood THIS INSTANT. The latest person to take advantage of this is Spotify employee Sofie Olofssen who created a PMS playlist. We have decided to take the liberty of creating some more playlists to anticipate your moods...
Live near a university? You have probably been fresher spotting then. Right this minute 18 and 19 year olds across the country are wandering what decorations will best convey their fun but deep personality in their new halls of residence, attempting to seem blase about drinking games, fending off tired cliches involved a diet of Baked Beans and being flummoxed by the microwave. They are also attending Freshers Fairs, picking up free things in plastic bags and joining (or not joining) various societies. At Dundee University however there will be one stand missing during Freshers week, that of SPUC.
When not appraising women physically the media and general public like to comment on their silliness. Silly girl. A woman makes a choice others disapprove of and she's a silly girl. Whether or not it is a wise decision does not negate the fact that the person who has made it is a grown woman and we rarely know all the many reasons that have gone into her final decision. Nor does it change the gravity of the situation. Particularly when it comes to the subject of domestic abuse. If your only comment is 'silly girl' then you are taking the wrong things and people into account. (TW)
I logged onto twitter during a break at work yesterday to find my feed filled with pronouncements that a whole load of bad news was about to be buried, and that twitter was about to become unbearable (although those repeated messages do a good job of starting that off themselves...). What could have caused this? I'm sure you've guessed it was the announcement by a fairly well-known couple that they're expecting their second child. Yes that's right, it's Royal Baby 2: The Spare.
Hilary Mantel was vilified last year for suggesting that the media treat Kate as "a shop window mannequin whose only purpose is to breed" with a rush to portray those views as hers and not what she was describing in the press. But was she wrong?
Probably one of the cutest things going around on the internet right now are pet shaming photos. Pets, mostly dogs and cats, are posed next to the scene of the crime with a note announcing what they did, in first person. As though they wrote it themselves! Cute. It's cute. I'm serious. And informative, the amount of animals that eat their own poo and their neighbour's poo is shocking. Don't have a pet? Perhaps you have a recalcitrant teenager you'd like to publicly humiliate, or a cheating partner you want to punish. Because they are totes modern and down with the internet, police in California are stepping up a campaign of John shaming in a bid to combat sex work.
In these unstable times it's nice to be able to have a few certainties in life. One of these certainties was the fact that Hello Kitty was...well, a kitty. Not so. Last week our world was turned upside down when Sanrio decided that Hello Kitty's 40th birthday would be best marked by mentioning that, by the by, you have all been living a lie and Hello Kitty, with her cat ears and expressionless cat face is not a cat. In fact, she is an English girl called Kitty White, with parents called George and Mary White, and she lives in the suburbs of London and Sanrio is all like 'Sorry guys we thought you knew that...' So who else is pulling the anthropomorphic wool over our eyes?