Ok, to counteract my last post and to prove I’m not always a negative Nancy (I am, but I’m making an effort to not be) I thought long and hard and found 35 things that make me happy, despite often being pretty weird…
If ever people wonder why I lost all my followers, show them this post. Because I guarantee there’s something to annoy everybody.
Equal opportunity offender me.
Today I went on a ramble on my Instagram stories which I have since deleted as I made no sense and no point. I’m not good at getting my ideas across verbally, I have to write it down. I do it with arguments, with apologies, with important phone calls.
I’m a writer, not a talker. Always have been.
I was talking about the Me Too discussion that’s been dominating social media. If you haven’t seen it (where have you been?) women who have ever been sexually harassed or sexually assaulted, to any level, are sharing the simple phrase ‘me too’.
At first glance this seemed like a simple, accessible movement, that would allow us to try and share just how wide the impact of male sexual dominance and force is across the board. It is showing the world that no matter who you are, you have probably been the victim of sexual abuse, verbally or physically, and probably from a man.
You spend nine (ten) months carrying your baby. You watch what you eat, you’re careful not to overdo it, you make sure you rest. You know that the priority is the baby, and tell yourself the baby is ok as long as you are.
Then that precious cargo enters the world, and exits your womb. Suddenly self-care is the last thing on your list of priorities, your needs are bottom of the pile and that’s the way it stays for longer than any of us would like to admit.
So by now I assume we’ve all heard about That Mumsnet Thread. I imagine a lot of you are like me and spent way too long ignoring your kids to read it, because who doesn’t enjoy a hate read? (I am convinced this is the answer to Piers Morgan and Katie Hopkins having so many followers on Twitter). There was a level of nastiness that genuinely made me gasp – if you’re going to insult the physical appearance of a child on the internet you are worse than a giant slug that has managed to get indoors – and no matter how many times it was denied an awful lot of it sounded like jealousy.
The days leading up to and following an election are always strange, tense, and full of arguments. This time is no different, in fact this time nobody is really sure whether to celebrate, mourn, or just keep drinking.
Today I was asked on a Facebook discussion about benefits, food banks, and tax brackets ‘why did you have a child if you can’t afford to feed it?’. Obviously the lovely Max Off Of Facebook did say ‘not to cause offence’ first. So I’m not offended…
Well, Max Off Of Facebook, do you want to know how I found myself two years ago crying in a doctor’s office as he signed a piece of paper that meant I was entitled to a food bank voucher two years ago?
I am not good at celebrating myself. At all.
The idea of throwing a party in the name of me fills me with absolute dread. Because surely nobody else really gives a shit?!
Birthdays come down to ‘I’m going to this pub, come if you want, or don’t, whatever’ and I don’t think I could so much as dream of actually throwing a wedding and I definitely couldn’t have a hen.
Yet I love, love, love organising this stuff for other people! Give me half a chance to organise your hen party, birthday, or even just work’s leaving drinks and I will be snapping at you ankles like a Chihuahua on heat.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock or have just returned from travelling in the deepest Amazon for the past three years you may have noticed a trend that seemingly came from nowhere. Podcasts.
I love a podcast. I listen to them falling asleep at night, when I’m cleaning the house, when I’m walking, running, sitting on a train, just feeling a bit lonely. Love them! This does annoyingly mean whenever I find a new podcast that I love I session it so hard that I’ve run out within the week and have nothing to left to listen to.
In a bout of nostalgia for the podcasts I’ve listened to and loved, and the ones I’m patiently waiting for the next episode for, I’ve put together a list of some of my favourite podcasts. Join me in my addiction. Come to the dark side…