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International Women’s Day: why bother?

International Women’s Day, eh? What’s all that about? Howcome we don’t get our own day? Howcome the blacks get a month? Howcome we’re supposed to respect others when we get no respect ourselves, eh? EH? To the people nodding their heads along with this: fuck right off, right now, and don’t come back. I do not want you reading anything I ever say ever again. Why bother? Because it’s something worth bothering with.

I’m not a feminist, and for two good reasons. One, because I tend not to label myself unless absolutely necessary or undeniably true – people can change, so calling yourself a ‘liberal’ all the time might come back to bite you in a few years or something. Two, because I can’t stand men who label themselves feminists, because most of the time (citation needed) they are only doing it to get women.

Alright, so the second one there is facetious, but it is still true a surprising amount of time. I just don’t take people of the male sex seriously when they say they’re feminists. Not because I don’t think men can truly believe in the cause, but because I truly think most of them are thinking with their bits that women don’t have. But maybe I’m just an old cynic.

But while I don’t label myself in this way, I am a person who believes in equality for all, regardless of anything. To the idiots: this doesn’t mean ‘release all the prisoners’ or that ‘dem dam immigants’ should be allowed to ‘take over’ “””””our””””” country. It just means I believe in equal and fair treatment for everyone in the world. It’s a bullshit pipe dream that will never come to fruition, but there you go.

But that doesn’t mean men should have their own day, or that white people should have their own week, or month. Western white men, especially in the UK and the US, are some of the most privileged, safe, rich, comfortable and downright lucky that have ever existed. We already have our own days, weeks, months, whatever – it’s called every other day it isn’t International Women’s Day or Black History Month or whatever else has been introduced to remind us that things aren’t always as hunky-dory for others as they are for us.

This kneejerk reaction really pisses me off, the blinded self-righteousness of collective idiocy shining through the likes of Twitter with legions of moronic dillweeds crying out for ‘a day of our own’. Come back when you’ve been systematically subjugated, oppressed, enslaved, abused and killed just for being born a certain way. Then maybe we can give you a day or two.

If you’re the same as me though? Stop fucking whining.

NEWS JUST IN: and check what’s happening in Egypt right now. This is why you don’t get your own day.

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iPads and some wankers who own them

Sitting across from us on the train today were two men – casual business types, tucked in shirts with jeans and shoes. You know the kind. They were discussing businessy things in an affable manner. It was the kind of thing I normally wouldn’t pay attention to, were it not for the fact that both of them were boasting about their fucking iPad cases. Not only that, but one of the men was demonstrating to the other a few iPad features in a video on his Macbook, while they both caressed their own iPads and one of them texted on his iPhone. I’m not joking. I have a photo on my phone, but I can’t find the cable I need to transfer it (pesky limited technology, if only there were some easy-to-use system possibly involving wifi or 3G I could use on some kind of phone-like object in order to transfer the file easily…).

I find it hilarious and reasonably infuriating that these utter dickheads managed to steal some of my attention away from 30 Rock on the way home. How they could be such oblivious, unbelievable twats I do not know.

But then I think – “I’m in the business of videogames, I tend to sit on the train with workmates chatting about videogames, often while playing videogames. Therefore I am just as bad as these people.”

But then I think: “Nah”, because I don’t opt to play on the PSP in public just to show the surrounding plebs how big my swingin’ cod is. And all is right in the world again.

(Shite entry, sorry. Think I’ve got quiche poisoning)

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