With a heavy heart, I leave the Lib Dems


It is with great sadness that I am writing this.

The last couple of days have been spent thinking a lot about the direction of politics in the United Kingdom and, above all, the recent European elections which gave disastrous results to the Liberal Democrats, the party that I have been a member of for the last 18 months.

It’s been a pleasure over the last four and a half years getting to know so many activists from various political groupings across the country. I’ve especially enjoyed meeting some great colleagues in the Liberal Democrats in the last 18 months, but I now don’t feel I am right for the party, nor that the party is right for me.

I have decided to take a break for the time being from party politics in the UK due to the fact that I feel that no one British political party can adequately represent me. Over the last few weeks, I’ve considered a lot of different options, including staying with the Liberal Democrats (which until Sunday I was contemplating), however Sunday’s results and the fall-out from them forced me to reconsider this position.

Some of you will inevitably try to persuade me over the next couple of weeks to re-join the Labour Party or to join the Greens, but I wish for this break to last at least 6 months in length (whilst I’m in Barcelona).


Not that bollocks about trigger warnings again

Another angry woman

That argument about trigger warnings has popped up again, and I feel compelled to write about it again.

This time, the nexus of nonsense seems to be around putting trigger warnings on classic books, with university students asking for this concession to be made. It seems like a reasonable and trivial request, but this hasn’t stopped the commentariat nonsensically screaming censorship.

Let’s start with the obvious: warning that a book contains content likely to cause trauma is not the same as censorship. Do these hacks sit in the cinema, harrumphing about Big Brother when the BBFC certificate pops up and announces that the film will contain scenes of violence? Do they switch off their TV in a rage and write a column about censorship when the announcer points out that there will be an abuse storyline in the next episode of Hollyoaks? How does one even live…

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Miliband can’t tell promise from process, Balls can’t tell his Arsenal from his Eldorado, Dan Hannan can’t tell the irregular from the deregulated, and the Old Bailey isn’t telling us anything.

An interesting take on the current situation with Labour here in the UK…

The Slog.

The Opposition Leader has been in overdrive during the last week. There is no end to the things he’s going to do “under my Government”. We will ban it, we will abolish it, we will save it, we will double it, we will stop it.

So far, I’ve yet to see a single worked-out process (financial or legal) for any of it. As for Ed Balls, over the weekend he gave us the heads-up on the Eurovision Song Contest (he’s definitely not a sceptic) and Norwich City – they didn’t play well, but this kind of Twitter crap plays well with the target audience.

What we haven’t heard at all from the Shadow Chancellor as yet is a single word about Osborne’s econo-fiscal con-trick (he doesn’t want to rock the boat, see, mustn’t talk Britain down) or the biggest financial and austerity fuelled slump in world history heading our way.

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Dear Labour: your election broadcast was crap. Here’s an alternative:

Pride's Purge

(not satire – I think!)

 Dear Labour,

Your recent party political broadcast was one of the worst I’ve ever seen. Admittedly I can’t say it’s actually the very worst I’ve seen –  because that distinction goes to the English Democrats whose PPB was so, so very crap I had to check it was for real and not a parody.

Of course, I’m sure the English Democrats don’t have millions to spend on their PPBs – unlike you. And I’m sure the English Democrats don’t have teams of PR experts and media goons and internationally famous spin doctors – unlike you.

But despite all those things – you still managed to produce a crap PPB of epic proportions.

It was amateurish, cringeworthy, negative, pointless and aimed at the wrong target.

Luckily for you, I’m prepared to offer my own expert advice on what your PPB should look like. Happily, it’s so simple it…

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Is Feminism Depressing? Ableism, mental illness and fourth wave feminism


I took part in a discussion with a few Twitter users the other day in which we spoke about the appropriation of the term “depressing” in the title of a webchat about the effects of fourth wave feminism. This conversation took many meandering paths and we were pretty unanimous in our opprobrium of medicalised terms to discuss everyday experiences. We spoke, at length, about the myriad ways in which we, as women with disabilities, are erased from the discourse of mainstream feminism. On the one hand my instinct is to ignore the word “depressing” as something which has become deeply assimilated into our everyday conversations, but on the other I am aware of the hypocrisy of ignoring such terms whilst feeling offend by the use of other medical terms such as “schizophrenic” or “retarded” as adjectives for negative terminology. 

 My life has been full of a variety of tragic strands…

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