I do wish the snow would just make up its mind to stay for the night. All this bluster and mess with no result is just a tease.
Those reading this west of the Clyde: be careful. The road crews (gritters, clearers) are on strike right now. Didn’t they time that well?
So much easier to tidy up a blog than to tend to the rest of life. (Though this is my time off after a full day yesterday.)
I just couldn’t bear the blue. Will anyone be really annoyed at having to scroll to the bottom for links? (i.e. — does anyone rely on the links??)
oh dear. I suspect I’m going to be annoyed by the lack of widgets. Let’s see…
One reader asked where the feminist rant went, and I said the moment had passed. I knew the occasion would arise again soon.
A couple of goths (and I am generally well disposed towards goths…) are complaining of discrimination because their local bus company won’t let them board while she is attached to him by a dog’s lead — on the grounds that she would be endangered and endanger others if there were an accident. The news article explains:
Miss Maltby said she came up with the idea to wear a dog lead, and said previous boyfriends had called her a “wierdo” when she suggested it.
The couple said they “loved each other to pieces” and the use of the lead was a “sign of trust”.
Mr Graves said: “She’s very animal like, she’s kind of like a pet, as well as a partner.”
He said he “does everything” for his girlfriend, including laying out clothes for her, feeding her and cleaning their house.
He said: “You wouldn’t expect your cat or dog to do the washing up or cleaning round the house.”
Now do you see why we need feminism?
The gospel of inclusion would of course do just as well.
I took Molly to the vet’s today.
The cycle of violence is alive and well.
update, for the non-Girardians: it’s about blood sacrifice.
wonderful exchange 