@hughlaurie@jan_murray Not sure what you mean about those brackets, Hugh. But off topic, when I saw you in London on a bike a while back, I was amazed by how well your leg has heeled after years of using that cane 😏
I just saw a post telling people in one council area to email their councillor about a specific issue, complete with the address.
Does it occur to anyone that the only messages that councillor will actually receive are from people who care enough about that same topic to send them?
Everyone else just argues in the replies on X.
So the councillor doesn’t see hundreds of ‘absolutely not’ comments - they see a stack of emails all pushing the same thing, and reasonably conclude this must be what constituents care about.
If you oppose it, commenting here does absolutely nothing. But you know what does? Emailing that same councillor with the work you want your taxes to pay for.
@Uber_Support Following up on this - this wasn’t about differing beliefs. It was about being abruptly cut off and made uncomfortable over a polite, common greeting. I expect basic professionalism and courtesy from drivers, regardless of personal views. Please advise how this is addressed.
@Uber Tonight I got into an Uber and politely said “Merry Christmas.” The driver abruptly cut me off to say, “I don’t celebrate Christmas.” No one asked him to - but the response was unnecessary and unprofessional. Christmas is the biggest Christian holiday, and basic courtesy should go both ways. Riders shouldn’t be made uncomfortable for offering a kind greeting.
All’s Fair: a helpful bingo card of every misogynistic TV cliché ever
Yes. I did voluntarily spend roughly nine hours of my life watching this show. Please respect my sacrifice.
And within about five minutes, it becomes painfully clear that the writers’ understanding of women seems to come straight from some incel-adjacent echo chamber.
Because apparently women are all aggressively vain, pathologically obsessed with fashion, and incapable of entering a professional environment without treating it like a slow-motion lingerie runway. (And no, I wasn’t accidentally rewatching Hustlers - J.Lo was in a league of her own, especially compared to whatever this was).
Divorce, we’re told, is essentially a wealth-generation scheme where lawyers fund private jets, because women famously have no grasp of money, reality, or basic economics.
We’re jealous AF, wildly insecure, and permanently unable to let go of some beta dude who cheats on us with anything with a pulse. Naturally, we keep going back. Growth is for men.
We’re also catty, shallow, and emotionally unstable - but the real pièce de résistance?
The idea that women will immediately turn on each other, even after decades of friendship, loyalty, and trust. Because nothing bonds women quite like the opportunity to stab another woman in the back.
I won’t even dwell on the wooden performances, the complete absence of chemistry, or the general vibe of actors reciting sad lines at each other from different zip codes.
It’s a sad day for a show that pretends to be about women’s liberation, when all it really does is slap a glossy veneer over the same tired BS people have been cosplaying as “women” on TV for decades.
#Fail #AllsFair
CC: @ryanmurphyprod
All’s Fair: a helpful bingo card of every misogynistic TV cliché ever
Yes. I did voluntarily spend roughly nine hours of my life watching this show. Please respect my sacrifice.
And within about five minutes, it becomes painfully clear that the writers’ understanding of women seems to come straight from some incel-adjacent echo chamber.
Because apparently women are all aggressively vain, pathologically obsessed with fashion, and incapable of entering a professional environment without treating it like a slow-motion lingerie runway. (And no, I wasn’t accidentally rewatching Hustlers - J.Lo was in a league of her own, especially compared to whatever this was).
Divorce, we’re told, is essentially a wealth-generation scheme where lawyers fund private jets, because women famously have no grasp of money, reality, or basic economics.
We’re jealous AF, wildly insecure, and permanently unable to let go of some beta dude who cheats on us with anything with a pulse. Naturally, we keep going back. Growth is for men.
We’re also catty, shallow, and emotionally unstable - but the real pièce de résistance?
The idea that women will immediately turn on each other, even after decades of friendship, loyalty, and trust. Because nothing bonds women quite like the opportunity to stab another woman in the back.
I won’t even dwell on the wooden performances, the complete absence of chemistry, or the general vibe of actors reciting sad lines at each other from different zip codes.
It’s a sad day for a show that pretends to be about women’s liberation, when all it really does is slap a glossy veneer over the same tired BS people have been cosplaying as “women” on TV for decades.
#Fail #AllsFair
CC: @ryanmurphyprod
How about you turn off the function where the platform feeds people related or similar content. Do it for a week. Either we’ll have on our hands the biggest meltdown in history due to cognitive dissonance, or people have an awakening when the echo chamber collapses. Then, we can reset the social contract. Maybe.
@cultbeauty You sold me a product that has actually been recalled by the producer, you DIDN’T inform customers or recall the items yourself and now you’re making it hard for me to return AND charging me to return the produce.
The beauty of #SexAndTheCity has always been about possibility - the courage to have an adventure, to face the world as it is, and to seek something you want to believe is out there. It stood in stark contrast to what so many of us were taught: you take the path chosen for you - by family, by society - and you stick to it. You don’t change course. You don’t even dare to imagine that something else might exist.
For me, growing up in a post-communist reality, this was more than inspiration - it was a lifeline. Suddenly, you could say no to the things you didn’t want. You could wear what you did want.
The fashion, of course, was a glorious part of the show - in all its might and madness. Work didn’t have to mean the ubiquitous two-piece suit “uniform.” (I still remember going to the office in a backless top. Oh, the drama…)
But what kept me coming back again and again was how each of us has been - at least once - one of the characters. It was comforting to watch them navigate their lives, and to ask, even for a moment: What would Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, or Samantha do? when dealing with my own.
When life threw curveballs, it was a balm. After a particularly painful breakup, I rewatched all six seasons. And yes - it helped. Not because their stories mirrored mine, but because they reminded me that billions of people are out there living their own versions of joy, heartbreak, absurdity, and hope. However difficult or ridiculous my experience felt, I wasn’t alone. That, I think, is the show’s true legacy. Just as Carrie so perfectly puts it at the end: while we may sometimes (or always) be by ourselves, we are not alone.
And what a gift to have Barry White’s You’re My First, My Last, My Everything playing as we take our final journey with Carrie. (For fellow lovers of female-centric shows, the song also closed out Ally McBeal, as Ally leaves for a life of unknown adventures in New York with her daughter.)
So thank you to these wonderful women. Beyond whatever criticisms anyone may have - about the original series, the movies, or #AndJustLikeThat - this universe has changed lives. Mine, for sure.
And that’s… just fabulous. ❤️
The Crime Survey for England & Wales shows, in the year ending March 2025, 1.9% of people aged 16 years and over had experienced S/A, including attempted, that’s around 900,000 people.
Over the last 10 years, there has been an increase in S/A. 1/4
The only acceptable ending to #AndJustLikeThat is for Carrie to show some growth. Move to London for a year, where she reunites with Samantha and Duncan can be one of many options. If they leave it at her staying in NY and chasing men for the rest of her life, just shoot me now.
I find it astounding how many posts on my wall are about the two people from the Coldplay concert.
It’s in moments like this that you really see who people are.
All the good-doers, the rights advocates, the impact-orientated acronyms - all united, not to end world hunger, not to protest a war, but to gather in the pits of social media and make ‘funny’ comments while piling onto two strangers in a collective act of cyberbullying.
Let’s be absolutely clear: those two people owe explanations to themselves, their families, and maybe their employer - *if* there are fraternisation clauses in their contracts. That’s it. Not to Jonny from the pub. Not to Suzy from sales at who-the-hell-cares Ltd.
But Jonny and Suzy seem to have forgotten that the world owes them nothing - and their sad little lives won’t magically improve because they’ve spewed some venom online at people already paying a hefty price for their choices.
And let’s be honest - if the roles were reversed, Suzy and Jonny would be the first ones screeching ‘right to privacy’ and sobbing about how ‘they just made a small mistake and people need to move on.’
But from behind the safety of their keyboards, they post snark about how this has ‘personally affected them’ because they work in HR (and this apparently sets a bad example - doh!). Never mind those HR managers who spent decades protecting predators and letting down victims of workplace discrimination and other crimes. But sure, let’s all clutch our pearls over this concert.
Others cry that it’s making the ‘whole business environment’ look bad because some dude got involved with a colleague. I can’t even begin with this one. We’re doing just fine in the ‘business environment,’ thanks - too busy building companies to care what consenting adults do at a gig.
This is narcissism and attention-seeking masquerading as morality - and it’s become unbearable. It’s like when someone dies, and suddenly half the internet is in mourning because they once shared a dentist with the deceased’s third cousin twice removed.
You’re trying to mask your performative outrage with a cloak of ‘greater good’ righteousness. But believe me - that cloak is paper-thin. We see you.
And those of us with even a shred of decency?
We just want you to STOP.
@elonmusk The platform is @OutcryWitness and we do good work. We would do even better if we didn’t have to change multiple letters with punctuation on every single post in order to not get put in the same category as the bad actors.
@elonmusk I run a small platform for s**ual assault survivors. Could we please stop being shadow banned for using such words? Surely we should be allowed to use the right wording to describe the reality for survivors instead of being worried we won’t get any reach because of those same words being used by bad actors.
Ellie Wilson showed incredible courage in taking her case to court after experiencing sexual violence from a partner she once trusted.
She gathered evidence and, following a 2-year wait for the case to go to court, the jury found her abuser guilty of rape. He was sentenced to 5 years in prison.