Does my vote count?

The short answer is: Yes. The more reasoned answer is: Hopefully. But the crucial part of this question is unspoken. Do you intend to vote? This week has had a lot to process in terms of political shenanigans. I won't even begin to consider discussing the Trump firing of Comey even though it is hardly surprising. He is known for firing people. That's his jam. From fox hunting being put back on the discussion table to leaked manifestos. It can be so easy to become wary of dipping your toe into the political debate. Where do you even begin? Is there any point? I think we all know what I am going to say. There is definitely a point. Democracy feels so much more fragile than I ever thought possible at the moment. Looking at the USA and seeing how checks and balances which are in place to curb the power of the President can be thwarted if those controlling the power prefer having the...
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Is it time to come out of the closet?

I'm a feminist. I feel like I should back this up by showing you the embers of my burnt out over – the – shoulder -  boulder -  holders but that is both an outdated idea and very impractical. The thought of burning my bras and effectively turning into a hermit is frightening. For everyone. But yes, I am still a feminist. And I'm pretty sure most people are too. They've just not realised it. For me, it was a slow dawning of realisation and then suddenly I was there. A full-blown feminist who was ok with being a feminist. I think I was a closet feminist for a long time. I agreed that women were equal and deserved to be treated so but I was a bit scared by the label of feminist. The way feminists were depicted as shouty, ranty, fairly unkempt women (because feminists don't believe in washing) put me off getting my membership card and a sticker for our...
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Let there be lament

It happened after Brexit. It is happening after Trump’s victory. When did lament become being a sore loser? When did lament become a pity party?  When did lament become an expression of doubt in God? Where is the space for lament? I’m one of those people who took to social media to ask, ‘How did that happen?’. ‘Why did that happen?’ And, yes, many of my friends responded in kind. It’s true. I’ve got a lot of university educated lefty friends. But that doesn’t mean I am oblivious to the reasons behind what has happened. I get it. I see the divisions, the fear, the disappointment in our government. But I also hear the hate. The fear mongering. The looking at our neighbours as ‘them’ and not ‘us’. And I see all this and want to wail. To echo the psalms. To cry out, ‘Lord, save us and help us’. To lament. So I do. I am grieving an election which put people in a terrible position. I’m...
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