Two to four years ago, I tried out different online dating sites including OK Cupid, Match.com and Adult Friend Finder. I stupidly gave my number to a few people I met on the site, but apart from the Sociopath from the Cesspit of Hell (Fouad Alaa Abdelkarim) I never actually met up with anyone I connected with online.
Last night, I received a whatsapp message from one of the ‘creatures’, whom I have named ‘Dick’. The following screenshots show the conversation we had. This is a public service anouncement: Avoid this fucktard like the plague.Read More »
‘If you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it.’
~ from Put a Ring on It by Beyonce Knowles
Someone said it’s a powerful feminist statement, but I feel it buys into the patriachal notion of ownership through marriage, and also discounts women who choose to want ‘it’ and don’t require men to ‘put rings on it’ first.
Perhaps the sentiments are in the right place: Don’t assume you can just have me without my permission. But, in my opinion, it stinks of sex having a price tag, and women using their bodies as bargaining tools. Or rewards. And I don’t like it one bit.
I really enjoyed reading the comments that have poured in, in response to the Enid Blyton post (In the Land of Do-As-You-Please) on Guardian Unlimited‘sCulture Vulture blog.
The post discusses Blyton’s lack of political correctness, asks whether any offensive terms and questionable names in the books should be edited out and changed/updated; and whether Blyton’s work is literature for children or adults.
Readers who have responded range from those who believe that no child should be exposed to the evil that is Blyton to sensible people who, like me (oh, yes, I am very sensible, truly), think that if you censor Blyton, it’s just a matter of time before everything (Shakespeare, Nesbit, Austen, Dickens) has to undergo the same treatment.Read More »