A burk called Buerk
28 August 2005 @ 11:41
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Well, unlike my other half I feel guilty if I do not update this site. I do not know why, I very much doubt anyone else minds at all if it is left untouched for months on end (after all, I received no e-mails of complaint when the sites went down last year). But here I am, dutifully, with a strange sense of Catholic guilt; why I even have guilt to such proportions in life is beyond me. Anyway, things are trotting along here in Notts; Chicken and I went in to Nottingham and had a lovely vegetarian paella and a disappointing shop (as with all big towns and cities, all the same shops pervade the high street, over and over and over again). I have also been in to Mansfield and we have made trips to MacArthur Glenn (I am looking for sandals, you have no idea how hard it is to find sandals in this life, at least ones without flaming heels. God, I hate heels) and Home Bargains. I have, finally, got a few nice gifts for Mr C’s up coming birthday, too. Strange. Last time I looked men were still earning more (by around 20%) than women, men were still in most of the most powerful positions in politics, business and society, women were still hitting the glass ceiling, still having to choose between career and family, between being seen as a whore or a saint, still having to do most of the housework - for free - and advertising and the media is still geared towards men. In fact, one could say the fact that Buerk has been replaced by the slim, beautiful Fiona Bruce (presumably why he is getting his knickers in such a twist anyway) is more a reflection of pandering to men than of women dominating the BBC… I doubt very much Bruce has climbed the ladder of the news reading world on her own terms. It is old dinosaurs like Buerk that make me think feminism still has a long way to go; f**k buying some sandals, give me my Doc Martins any day. |

