All my Scotland-dwelling peeps, I’m assuming you’ll have (probably, at this point) made up your mind about what box you’re going to tick today, so my hopes for you are as follows…
Firstly, that you choose to exercise your right to vote. Even if you weren’t born here. Even if you don’t feel Scottish. You live here and your opinion matters to the future of the country that you have chosen to make your home.
Secondly, that your choice is made with both heart and mind, that you feel strong and confident in your decision and the reasons that you made it, and that whatever the outcome, you can know for certain that you spoke with your own voice.
Thirdly, that whatever the result of the referendum, you can find it within your heart to act with love, acceptance and humility towards the other people who, like you, have been a part of history being made through this democratic process.
are you a boy? your clothes are boy clothes.
are you a girl? your clothes are girl clothes.
are you outside the binary of boy and girl? so are your clothes.
did someone just tell you your clothes don’t match your gender identity? they are a trashcan and their clothes are trashcan clothes.
Or in the words of Eddie Izzard..
Because this cannot be reblogged enough.
Screaming silently in adoration
Teachers are often unaware of the gender distribution of talk in their classrooms. They usually consider that they give equal amounts of attention to girls and boys, and it is only when they make a tape recording that they realize that boys are dominating the interactions. Dale Spender, an Australian feminist who has been a strong advocate of female rights in this area, noted that teachers who tried to restore the balance by deliberately ‘favouring’ the girls were astounded to find that despite their efforts they continued to devote more time to the boys in their classrooms. Another study reported that a male science teacher who managed to create an atmosphere in which girls and boys contributed more equally to discussion felt that he was devoting 90 per cent of his attention to the girls. And so did his male pupils. They complained vociferously that the girls were getting too much talking time.
In other public contexts, too, such as seminars and debates, when women and men are deliberately given an equal amount of the highly valued talking time, there is often a perception that they are getting more than their fair share. Dale Spender explains this as follows:
“The talkativeness of women has been gauged in comparison not with men but with silence. Women have not been judged on the grounds of whether they talk more than men, but of whether they talk more than silent women.”
In other words, if women talk at all, this may be perceived as ‘too much’ by men who expect them to provide a silent, decorative background in many social contexts.
…and reminders of the endless potential of what is yet to come in days less delicate. I find strength and inspiration and significance in the smallest of things.
On photography, chronic illness and changes of direction. From my creative writing blog, DecemberBliss.com.
but what if you do both?
Or sometimes people do things for really simple reasons that have nothing to do with hidden depths of misery. I laugh at stupid things because stupid things are fucking hilarious. I sleep a lot because I have M.E. and if I didn’t sleep a lot I wouldn’t be able to function at all.
Sometimes people do things cause they’re sad. Sometimes they do things cause they’re happy, and also for legit medical reasons :-)
A friend sent me this picture the other day. It arrived right when I was feeling super stressed out at work and I swear it is the only reason I made it through that day without completely losing my shit and screaming at everyone I spoke to.