Thursday, 16 December 2010

Wise Words on the 'War on Drugs'

Caroline Chatwin, a drugs policy expert at the University of Kent, said that while it was important for people such as Ainsworth to publicise their support for changes to British drug policy, "it remains regrettable that this public support is unable to be offered by those in a current frontline position".

She added: "Ainsworth states that he is only able to express these views now that he no longer occupies a front line position and Cameron seems to have abandoned his own relatively liberal standpoint on this issue now that he is prime minister. While this suppression of the opinion of those in power continues to be the case, Britain will not be able to participate in an open and honest debate on this subject and will not be able to effect a much needed evidence-based policy."

Unequal power and personal gain, are not suitable bedfellows of democracy.
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Saturday, 11 December 2010

Christmas no1.

This needs to be number one, just because you've lost, doesn't mean you can't shout.

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Spontaneous Combustion

Christmas is almost here, and in appropriate fashion with what started to be a day of Christmas songs, Christmas shopping, and Christmas food; turned out to be an opportunity to stand up to the BNP, which is always good fun!

The ever lovely Peter Tierney of local Liverpool infamy appeared in the rain, shaking a bell rather like a figure from a Christmas Carol; that is if one was to ignore the vast quantities of bile and venom that is so clearly coursing through his veins so much it runs the risk of bursting through the pores...

There's nothing like a bit of shouting in the middle of the pouring rain, and surrounded by shoppers to cheer you up - I really feel like I did something with my day!

Oh, and I was able to shout my first Communist insult today! Addressed to a man, who had a problem with racism, he conceded (vaguely) that all races are equal... buuuuuut... the gays with their Aids, and the Commies, well, there's the real issue.

'As if you have any wealth to redistribute!'

Well, it impressed a middle-aged Socialist man, who said it was 'intelligent and funny!'
That's me. ha.

Oh, and to anyone who's interested, I'm trying to upload some of my poetry - but html is as understandable as Japanese to me, and apparently, indenting is tricky! If anyone knows a good trick to deal with this, leave a comment!

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

The Applicant

First, are you our sort of person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,

Stitches to show something's missing? No, no? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Stop crying.
Open your hand.
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand

To fill it and willing
To bring teacups and roll away headaches
And do whatever you tell it.
Will you marry it?
It is guaranteed
To thumb shut your eyes at the end
And dissolve of sorrow.
We make new stock from the salt.
I notice you are stark naked.
How about this suit---

Black and stiff, but not a bad fit.
Will you marry it?
It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof
Against fire and bombs through the roof.
Believe me, they'll bury you in it.

Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start

But in twenty-five years she'll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk.

It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it's a poultice.
You have an eye, it's an image.
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.

Never stop reading poetry.

Friday, 22 October 2010

Wisdom on gender relations

For the thankfully brief time spent watching Loose Women today, as I scrambled for the remote, I came across these truly inspiring words by the irrepressible Carol McGiffin. Such insight and sensitive feminist intellectual prowess, the likes of which would make Ann Oakley weep; behold!

'I think all you have to understand about men is that they're very simple...and I don'.. *laugh*.. no no, they... And I really don't mean that in a derogatory way, I don't mean they are sim-ple-TONS, I mean they are simple be-ings! Yes they are very easily pleased, they don't ask for much, they don't talk about much... eee ah it's truuue!

Kate Thornton: 'In defence of Cheryl Carol, I don't think her Ashley was that easily pleased..'

Carol Mc Giffin:'No no I understand why you can't understand why men do certain things that they do, but as a as a sort of a, generally, speaking generally, I think they are quite easy to please, and you don't have to understand them, just as long as you understand that you'll never, men and women are never going to understand each other, then surely life, would be so much easier! What, Let's stop trying to work each other out, you don't have to, just get on with it! Don't you think? *round of applause* *shrugs shoulders*: I mean I love men. I've got a weekend Saturday where I'm going to be surrounded by men and boys and on Sunday it's all women, but I you know, I know that it'll be easier on Saturday than Sunday, Women are far more complicated than men.'
Cilla Black: 'Oh I agree with that. Oh I'm much easier with men, I prefer men. I love men!

Well then it's settled, we shouldn't try to understand each other, men are less moody, more simple, women overcomplicate, women friends are not as good as male friends. Hey I've got a great tip, just let men walk all over you to clean their shoes; they're so easily pleased, if it's what they like, let them have their way!
Thank you ITV for inspiring me!

Wednesday, 20 October 2010


Such giddy heights of joy

Tuesday, 19 October 2010


When did I become a fan in the full sense of the word? Oh dear.

Monday, 18 October 2010

When did this happen?


The duo have been working together since 2004, but with Lemonade they have only just come up (shamefully) on my radar. The singsongish quality, Karin Driejeresque vocals, with metronomy style synths, make Lemonade a truly remarkable single to come from their 2010 masterpiece Grey Oceans.

Embrace the addiction.

Saturday, 16 October 2010

Freedom and the Dialectic

One of the greatest sources of shame I find as a Feminist, indeed, almost daily, is the problem of language. To be precise, my usage of language. The invasive and self protecting manipulation propagated by malestream media makes words which should be unconditionally offensive and oppressive; fair lexical choices.

One particular argument I frequently come across in relation to this point, and has often plagued me with indecision when it comes to what constitutes offensive language, as a woman and a feminist,, is that of subverting 'original' meaning, thereby transforming it into something amusing, or reasonable to use. It is in the hope of eventually removing the hostility surrounding the pattern of letters, that I most often come across these offensive terms be used. This is an argument which I could not in good conscience say I never let affect me, as, as much as I realise I should not, often my friends, programming, comedians pepper conversation with vocabulary from the misogynistic stock cupboard, 'slag' (exaggerate the 'a' for particular comic effect) 'hoe', 'tit' etcetera, mostly making me laugh. It's not just women this problem is restrained to, this same 'Language guilt' (for the lack of a better term) is often a topic of debate with homosexual friends of mine, who despite being very sensitive and supportive about complex gay rights issues, will often describe negative things as being 'gay'.

Louis C.K takes a rather insightful, and very amusing take on the topic in 'Chewed Up', making the point that childhood introduction to these stock offensive terms without understanding what they precisely meant can lead to life long habits of using the word, in spite of being clearly aware of what it means. It seems then logical that rather than shying away from talking about what these words mean from children, they should be openly explored, giving a full explanation of why it is offensive, who it targets, and therefore why it should not be used; it takes nothing more than common sense to work out that if you let a child know that something is naughty without telling them why, it simply becomes an easy way to gain attention.

The psychology of a Western child and of Western culture seem at times to not be as distantly distinct as it may seem: both are largely needs driven, often impulsive, and with fragmentary thoughts. I realise this is a rather sweeping generalisation, but let the point be considered as a metaphor for grappling the argument, with so many conflicting influences, ideas, and desires, how can one hope to be unwaveringly dogmatic and succeed?

In light of this conclusion, the remedy I more recently have hoped to experiment with in my life, seems both perfect, and impossible. In a malestream, Capitalist society, where a myriad conflicting influences, aspirations and origins of knowledge exist within each member, perhaps one cannot hope for a wholesale grassroots reinvention of individual words (a process which would almost inevitably never conclude) but rather to change the mode in which we describe the world around us, and more particularly the people in it. Labels, titles, minimizers of the essence of our humanity and eradicators of any traces of the individual are destructive, and impossible to fight. Just like the scientist attempting to fight a virus which has a different code within every carrier, they may succeed in one case, but the very next carrier is a different set of codes to crack; so is the futility of challenging individuals on their language choices. The only answer that I therefore can seem to comprehend is to rethink your own, and my own entire language patterns where labelling becomes an irrelevant or carefully managed system whereby people are not described in terms of gender, sexuality, race, religion, or any other corner of society oppressed by offensive labels. If we wish to label, it should be based on behaviour, characteristics, what we know of the individual, avoiding at all costs to begin to use any labels until we do.

I believe there is a innate desire in human psychology to label; it allows easy conclusions for elaborate thoughts, provides amusement, but it most importantly keeps us detached from strangers, simple to those who know us, and shackled in chains by our oppressors.

Virginia Woolf

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them was often a woman.

Thursday, 14 October 2010

Wednesday, 13 October 2010


Trained in classical piano, and working with the likes of Flying Lotus, TOKiMONSTA is the best new thing to appear on the scene, which can only be defined as far as LA 'experimental'. Apart from obsessively playing 'The World is Ours', the real excitement can be found in watching her live sets. Please come to the UK?

Tuesday, 12 October 2010

The joy of Pigeon-Holing

First and foremost, 'The X-Factor' is not something I choose to watch. Saying this, I seem to have watched a lot of it this year. Mostly this seems to have happened when spending time with friends; but what has surprised me is that even my friends who have been interested spectators have regularly been various shades of displeased to offended by the nouveaux Victorian freak show stereotyping which the producers seem to slather on with gay aplomb.

Irritatingly blasting into my semi-consciousness with (the what I wish is tongue in cheek, yet in my heart of hearts know is not) Verdi's 'Dies Irae', the show begins. And what a show it is.

Take for example, 'Diva Fever', who in the Manchester auditions came on to perform 'Let it be' by the Beatles, but barely had they started to harmonise, when Simon Cowell cuts their performance to dismiss them, grumbling 'You know, I honestly thought you guys were going to be more interesting than that'. Now these guys made no masquerade about their sexuality; but why should this be relevant to their performance? Turning the pressure up on my annoyance was Nicole Scherzinger's finger-clicking, ass-shaking, shameless cashing in on the pink pound, assuming that because they are attracted to members of the same sex, they were kinky, women respecting shopping buddies. Sex sells, but by god, so does sexuality.

Cowell goes on to asks for more of a show tune, which they plead to do, selling out not only their integrity, but the integrity of any aspiring homosexual contestants in the future, as they hurtle headlong into their very own pigeon hole, decorated with rainbow coloured disco balls (see last week's performance).

I often use this great woman in my arguments, but Simone de Beauvoir's 'Second Sex' remains as relevant today as when it was published. Although she argued her case in reference to gender in particular, the ties between gender and sexuality are inextricably tied, and it seems that even now, if you do not happen to be a man seeking available vagina, then you must be defined so far into 'the other' as to ignore any fragment of reality.

Oh and to top it all off, ITV chose to accompany their story with the hits of the Village People. Nice.