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…
On New Year’s Day I received a pretty nasty message on Twitter. I’ve been on Twitter a long time and have received my fair share of abuse on the website; I’ve been called a freeloading tart for taking maternity pay (we’ll discuss that one another day), been sent many an unsolicited dick pic, and of course immediately become a fat whore because I didn’t find myself weak at the knees from a man’s advances.
But this time was different, this time felt a little more personal.
2016 has been a year that I don’t think anybody could put into words. Especially not somebody as under-qualified as me. It’s strange looking back at a year like this now we’re nearing the end, we’ve lost so many legends and watched the world we all thought was only getting better fall down the toilet, and globally it’s hard to be hopeful for 2017 when we’re only seeing the beginning. Brexit, Trump, Russia, Syria; I think we all know the proverbial shit is yet to really hit the fan. So y’know…something to look forward to.
Personally however I hope we all have a little more faith, and that we can look back at 2016 with at least a little positivity? I know I can.
12 months, many, many memories that will last a lifetime, and about 5 million photos taken. So instead of warbling on I’ve created a compilation of the best moments of my 2016, some photographed, some not, all completely bloody amazing! (I will not mention Brexit again, I will not mention Brexit again…)
It’s almost a year since my clean, tidy, pretty, girly flat was destroyed and filled with smelly boy things and a smelly boy. While he didn’t come with many belongings, he has certainly changed my home. Mostly for the better.
So what have I learnt in this year? Glad you asked, and luckily for you I’ve written a handy list.
Brexit. The conversation of the moment. Everywhere we look there is somebody shouting about it. About how messed up the situation is. Or there’s somebody telling us to pipe down and get over it (you people are the worst, this is a decision that will change lives, destroy opportunities, and ruin futures, we won’t just sit down and shut up, part of democracy is the right to discuss what we believe to be wrong).
I don’t feel remotely qualified to discuss politics to this level. Because it’s confusing, purposely so, and is a full-time job to fully understand every separate view, decision, and comment. I try to keep up. I read a lot. I ask questions of those who know more. But I’m still not completely up to speed.
I do know that I feel lost and alone and afraid though and I feel completely unable to not say something.