Imagine: Nothing To Kill Or Die For

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Six hundred guitarists gathered at the Darjeeling Tea and Tourism Festival have dedicated their version of John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ to the 23-year-old student who died after being gang raped in Delhi.

Five men have been charged with the unnamed woman’s murder and could face the death penalty if convicted. Vociferous protests on the streets of India have forced the government to commit to a review of their policies on sex crimes, although the fact that the victim in this case died as a result of being raped for “more than an hour by six men in a bus travelling on main roads in the Indian capital” suggests that rather more than policy reviews are required before this kind of thing stops happening.

Still. Imagine if it did.

Shock-vertising: Get The Balance Right

The government’s latest skirmish in the battle to rid our Sceptred Isle of lung cancer is a TV ad featuring a cigarette that develops tumours as it is smoked. You might have been lucky enough to see it over the holiday, moments after finishing a large celebratory meal.

But let’s hope not.

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From The Desk Of The Misanthropist: Resolution Revolution

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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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The Price Is Everything, The Cost Is Nothing

Donut: €0.60. Candle: €0.25. Party Hat: €1.00. Yellow balloon: €0.25.

The smile on homeless Andrea Chaparro’s face as she celebrates her birthday with Emilio Aparicio Rodriguez and a gathering of strangers? Priceless.

Merry Christmas, team.

Westboro Baptist Church: Your Funeral

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If members of Westboro Baptist Church reckon that “God Sent The Shooter” to Sandy Hook Elementary, surely they will understand why a bunch of Hells Angels turned up to prevent them from picketing school principal Dawn Hochsprung‘s funeral yesterday.

If not, I’m pretty sure a few of those guys will be happy to take a moment to explain.

Deely Boppers & Facepaint: Apocalypse Swerved

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Visitors waiting in vain for aliens to appear in Bugarach, France this morning. Image: ERIC CABANIS/AFP/Getty Images.

If Hollywood is to be believed, we need nuclear missiles, computer viruses, tin foil hats and a reasonable amount of  quiet pleading to rid the world of invading alien life forms.

But then, I’m figuring not too many people would go to see a movie in which an apocalyptic invasion was averted by a gang of merry punters wearing deely boppers and facepaint while having a good old dance in a field.

Seems just as effective though, no?

Sandy Hook & Other Stories: Reaping What We Sow

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I’m not talking politically, I’m not talking about the result of the November sixth election;  I am saying that something has gone wrong in America and that we have turned our back on God.

I mean, millions of people have decided that God doesn’t exist, or he’s irrelevant to me and we have killed fifty-four million babies and the institution of marriage is right on the verge of a complete redefinition.  Believe me, that is going to have consequences too.

Family Research Council founder James Dobson.

It’s human nature to try and seek explanation for events we cannot possibly understand. From the moment the news vans pulled up outside Sandy Hook Elementary school on Friday morning, desperation driven in part by horror, in part by the news networks desire to be the first to the details, prompted all manner of misinformation to be broadcast.

The Daily Mail reported there were two killers on the loose in the school. CNN claimed the killer was Ryan Lanza. Or Ryan Lanza was dead.

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Anita Sarkeesian: Just Another Victim?

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I first became conscious that my opinions and values prompted others to categorise me as a feminist in my mid-twenties. I paid it no more mind than I had the continual references to my ‘tomboyish-ness’ when I was growing up . If my choice of clothing and compulsion to collect vinyl, play videogames and write peculiar stories caused others to tag me thusly, I paid it no mind.

Lately, I’m beginning to feel that is a luxury I can no longer afford.

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Comedic Asides: I’m Sorry. I Haven’t A Clue

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Jack Whitehall? Yeah, that’ll slay ’em! Image via cinema.de

The British Comedy Awards. Two bones of contention. One blinking cursor.

It’s like Christmas came early.

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Victoria’s Secret: Off Message

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Victoria’s Secret model Adriana Lima. Because images of female compliance do not always have to involve underwear… Image via fanpop.

My murky, cynical dungeon style office was lit by a flare of optimism last week, and it came from the most unexpected of sources.

Victoria’s Secret had reportedly thrown their weight behind a campaign highlighting a rising area of concern for many people – the issue of implied sexual consent – by offering alternatives to their range of underwear emblazoned with messages like ‘Sure Thing’ and ‘Unwrap Me‘. The new collection apparently included motifs like ‘Ask First’, ” and ‘No Means No’, and managed to do so in a witty manner that was not an immediate turn-off to all concerned.

I don’t wear Victoria’s Secret underwear, but their habit of throwing nubile young models down the world’s catwalks and high streets while draped in bits of lace and elastane have made their once niche product virtually ubiquitous, and therefore unavoidable. If they deemed this growing campaign worthy of their attention, the message would reach millions.

I blinked, then peered around my newly enlightened den of doom-mongery with wonder and awe.

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