TERF, naturally. In a part of NZ that isn't Auckland - yes, there ARE parts of NZ that aren't Auckland. Otago is one.
Identifies as a Norwegian bachelor farmer.
@irisshackleton Do you do the special peg I learned from a parenting hints page many long years ago and have used for pillowcases,towels, everything that shape ever since.
Peg first corner facing you over the wire. Peg other end over wire, facing away from you.
Item winds round & unwinds itself
@Dragonswife1953@Wydenzoo Of course I wasn't raised in the US, nor by Americans. Thanking my lucky stars, I was born in NZ to rational kind realistic people among whom dignity and respect were as important as giving support with dignity and respect for others. We'd rather be called cynical than soppy.
@NoCRTinSchools@RichardDawkins Bloody ineffective erasing though. As for genocide through pronouns, show me graves, show me forensics. Show like Barnum, I'll suspend disbelief for the hour of the show.
@StuartLond23794@RichardDawkins I'm for this: "provided this criticism is well reasoned." Don't need time dominated by ppl who put beans in their ears before arriving, go "lalalalalalal-lalala-lala" until after full moon then leave with other bean-wearers for backslapping ceremony. Allergic to thinking.
@RichardDawkins These paraphilic men and their simping women don’t do debate because they are in a sexist, body hating cult. All they do is spout their boring ideological nonsense 🙄
This unqualified bore says his secondhand opinions are “not up for debate.” Yes they are. At a university all opinions are up for debate. If you cannot defend your opinions rationally, either they are indefensible or you are too stupid to defend them. In either case you have no right to force them on students who have expressed their wish to attend a lecture by doing so.
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Today I got my period at work with absolutely zero warning.
I did the panic walk.
Quietly asked every woman in the office if anyone had a pad.
Nothing. Not one person had anything.
At some point, one of the guys overheard me and casually said:
“Uh… I think I have some in my car.”
Turns out he keeps emergency pads there for his girlfriend.
Five minutes later, he comes back and hands me a pastry bag.
Not a grocery bag. Not just the pads.
A pastry bag.
Because he didn’t want me to feel awkward walking through the office carrying pads where everyone could see.
And somehow this man had already thought ahead enough to bring two, because:
“You’ve still got a long shift.”
Sir.
I wasn’t emotionally prepared to discover that basic kindness can hit harder than caffeine on a workday.
Sometimes the greenest flag is just someone quietly making sure your bad day feels a little less awful.
A year before 7/7 I was stabbed, beaten and left for dead on a street in Manchester. It was a gang of Somali youths. My colleagues - I was working at a university - couldn’t bring themselves to blame the perpetrators. It was poverty, it was me, it was anything. But it wasn’t the masked thugs with stanley knives.
7/7 was the same. London Mayor Ken Livingstone urged us not to apportion blame. Even now the MSM refuses to acknowledge the Islamist nature of the crime. It’s an extraordinary state of affairs.
Years later, in 2017, when twenty-two people, some of them children, were killed in the Manchester Arena attack, history repeated itself. Don’t look back in anger. One Love. Shit poetry.
The stabbing I got over. But it took me years to come to terms with the pathetic reaction from the hand-wringing identitarians. That was really, really damaging. So I understand full well the harm we do to ourselves when we pretend 7/7 was some bizarre and contextless tragedy.
It was Islamist terror - and there’s more to come.
And you know what? We have absolutely no hope of effectively dealing with it.
@Dragonswife1953@Wydenzoo Only people who get off on display of their superior means, without respect for their friend's clear long term plans and determination to have independence and dignity, would equate demonstrating superior "generosity" as a signal of true friendship. True friends show respect.
Do you think they realise:
– Public transport is already 87% subsidised?
– Only 6% of Kiwis use public transport regularly?
– Nearly 90% of all rides are in either Wellington, Auckland, or Christchurch?
Give us real tax relief, not another subsidy for a service most people don't use.
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@Dragonswife1953@Wydenzoo I wouldn't. It's patronising. She knew what she was prepared to spend, state her reason, ordered accordingly. Being Lady Bountiful, using money to disrespect a person who is sensibly managing her own budget is an insult.
@Wydenzoo People like this drive me crazy. It’s so frustrating when people use group dinners as an excuse to splurge because they believe the distribution will cushion the blow. The practical people get slammed and the selfish people get subsidized excess. Gross.
What I like about Jeremy Clarkson is that in his latest Series of Clarkson's Farm, he commented that the Inheritance Tax changes that the Labour government tried to put in place last year, were designed to prevent wealthy people from avoiding inheritance tax by buying up farms.
He even said, it was aimed at "rich people, like me". He even went as far to say that it wouldn't affect him. But he was campaigning for the benefit of the ordinary farmer who isn't wealthy like he is.
Regardless of his original motivations in buying his farm, he is doing a splendid job of raising awareness for agriculture, even showing some humility and transparency in everything he does.
- The Beef Farmer
The day I was personally mugged off by a member of the royal family - A true story
On a hot summer’s day in 1995, in a lavish garden in Fife, my supervisor and I were standing in a big hole in the ground. The hole had been dug some days previously for a swimming pool that was to eventually fill the sizeable excavation where we were now standing.
The garden, and accompanying estate, were the property of Henry Scrymgeour-Wedderburn, 11th Earl of Dundee, who had commissioned the swimming pool.
As we toiled in the blaze of the midday sun installing electrical cables for lighting, we saw Earl Dundee walking around with someone who looked very familiar to me. The pair walked towards us and engaged us in conversation. The Earl’s companion, a much older gentleman, regaled us with a tale of an eccentric man who used to go swimming in Hyde Park every day, rain or shine. After he’d finished his tale I piped up.
‘I hope you don’t mind me asking, but you seem very familiar’, said I.
‘Oh?’ replied the man. He smiled and paused for a minute. ‘Do you have any money in your pocket?’
Thinking this was a very odd thing to ask, but aware of the peculiarities of the aristocracy (whom I thought this guy must have been a member of), I pulled out a 50p piece from my pocket.
‘You see that woman?’ he asked, pointing at the female face on the coin. ‘That’s my wife.’
@paddyjdunne@Fyrishsunset@jk_rowling@Keri_J_Russell I'd get together with other mothers and senior girls to organise self-defence courses for girls, starting with little girls. Boys who find girls fight with fists, nails, feet and words, and gang up on bullies & perves, lose the delight in tormenting vulnerable girls.