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Gay people like sport too. You’d never know it if you were to read up on the subject in the UK mainstream sports press, where coverage of ‘the gay issue’ extends to hubristic editorial pondering the absence of out n’proud players in the elite game.
If they bother to acknowledge it at all.
Dolphin slaughter, Taiji, Japan. Image via itseasytopretend.
Between the months of September and May, some 20,000 dolphins, porpoises and small whales are slaughtered off the coast of Japan. They are disoriented using sound waves and ushered into lagoons where those suitable for transfer to sea life centres are selected and separated from the rest of the pod. The remainder are stabbed to death and their corpses sold for meat.
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“I didn’t lose my legs in a bar fight. I’m pretty sure I was in combat.”
US Army veteran & Illinois congresswoman Tammy Duckworth’s response to the Pentagon’s announcement that restrictions upon women serving in combat roles are to be lifted.
You know what, Julie? I’m not sure that helped. But cheers anyway.
Never let it be said that age is dulling Julie Burchill’s appetite for a scrap.
Her good friend Suzanne Moore came under sustained fire from the Twitter community last week after including the line “We are angry with ourselves for not being happier, not being loved properly and not having the ideal body shape – that of a Brazilian transsexual,” in a piece about female anger for the New Statesman.
Burchill, whose own career is based on an outstanding natural ability to piss off even those who admire and generally agree with her contentious opinions, did not hesitate when she saw her buddy copping heat. Hurling her truncheon to the ground, she clambered up the rickety ladder and emerged triumphant from the feminist trenches, naked and bloodied, yelling about how ‘we’ (female working class journos) are “damned if we are going to be accused of being privileged by a bunch of bed-wetters in bad wigs,” into No Man’s Land until the Observer’s Reader’s Editor could get a decent grip on her ankles and yank her back in.
This response is now the subject of an investigation, but it’s safe to say Suzanne Moore’s contribution to this increasingly fraught debate will, in time, become little more than a footnote.
Mission accomplished, methinks.
According to a report in the British Medical Journal, people with mental health issues in medieval England were cared for by the Crown, who worked in conjunction with the local community while “the best interests of the subject remained a prime concern“.
In 2013, we either ignore them completely, or if something really bad happens, we place them in a high pressure environment with desperate strangers whose best interests are served by manipulating imposed situations. When we’re done laughing, crowds gather to boo them when they are released.
I’m going to Skype Charles Darwin. Somewhere along the line we’ve managed to completely balls up this evolution business.
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In the 70’s, people who were afraid of the feminist movement claimed that female self-actualisation was a dangerous and potentially ruinous prospect for society.
I think this may have been what they were worrying about.
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FEMEN have stormed a shopping mall in Brazil where a glass structure holding Big Brother contestants is currently being housed. According to a Brazilian news site, it was an attempt to protest against the “social alienation caused by the program“.
Isn’t cultural difference a wonderful thing? In Brazil, this a protest. In the UK, it would have been described as an audition.
The Sun newspaper’s open letter to Argentinian president Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner in a Buenos Aires newspaper, ‘warning’ her against making territorial claims over the Falkland Islands. Image via thepoliticalidealist.
Dear The Sun,
You know that embarrassing and disturbingly inappropriate uncle who occasionally turns up to weddings in a flash new suit? The one who gets horribly pissed and starts grinding away on some hapless, unsuspecting female, showering her with spittle as he bangs on about what a mover and shaker he was in the 80’s, getting louder and louder until the bouncers politely ask him to leave, at which point he throws a punch, falls to the ground and is carried out?
That’s you. Please stop.
Kind regards,
Us. Great Britain.
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It’s January 2nd, people, and as another period of festive merriment and family-enforced-via-threat-of-death writing hiatus draws to a close, I return to my day job in reflective mood.
Apologies.
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