On the Bonfire

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Written by Emmeline May*, Brilliant Guest Blogger

 

Lately I’ve been building a bonfire in my head. It’s a pretty big bonfire. I’ve stopped expressing myself in actual words and have found myself merely screaming “F**K THIS SHIT. PUT IT ON THE BONFIRE!” at the computer screen. Or the TV screen. Or, on one occasion, at my friend across the table at lunch, which surprised her so much she dropped her fork.

The bonfire is made, largely, of pink and blue boxes. Pink boxes contain all the things which tell women how and what they are meant to be and like. Blue boxes contain everything men are meant to do and be and want. Continue reading

The Real Horrible Bosses

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by Sharon

Over the years, I’ve had a variety of jobs and the bosses that come with them. There was Screaming Boss. Sleazy Boss. Manipulative Liar Boss. Belittling Boss. Batshit Crazy Boss. Dictator-Jekyll-and-Hyde-Hybrid Boss. Of course, there were Brilliant Bosses. True leaders who shine at their jobs, mentor and encourage those around them. I just wish there were more of them.

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Lets talk feminism – NOT. I am done.

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by Gesa

A polemical pamphlet

Among the women in my peer group, one particular aspect of the feminist debate is constantly discussed: the compatibility of having a career while, at the same time, maintaining a family and raising children. To be clear, this is, for the most part, the debate of a privileged few. Still, there is something about that discussion that irritates me: Continue reading

Can We Laugh About This?

 

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Fey and Poehler, having a laugh about Bill Cosby.

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by Meg

TRIGGER WARNING: this post is about rape and how we “handle” it

I was sitting in the writers’ room preparing for our monthly sketch show. This is where we bring in our scripts and read them aloud to see if they fit into the show for that month. At this particular writer’s meeting, there was something in the air. An unusual percentage of the sketches had rape jokes in them, or relied on rape as the punchline.

It reached a point where it needed to be addressed. The writers of these sketches had good intentions and were not trying to be funny at the expense of others. So, why didn’t these jokes work? We hashed it out and realized that most of the sketches didn’t need rape as the punchline and could be slightly edited and made stronger without any mention of rape. It opened up a really interesting dialogue between my friends and I about what makes a joke about rape work. Continue reading

Misophonia

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by Laura Gene

I am a negative Nancy or a negative Nellie, depending on your alliteration preference. I’ve also been called a whiner and complainer, and been told that I rarely, if ever, see a glass half full. I like to think of myself not as a glass half empty kind of gal, but rather an observer of said translucent container encasing an arbitrary amount of water. Perhaps it’s disillusionment, or just adulthood.

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It’s Black or White

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Written by Melissa

When I was a teenager, I was elected onto the first ever Greenwich Young People’s Council. Part of the work we did was act as a younger version of the adult-run council, and so we sat on committees like Equal Opportunities, Housing, and Children and Young People’s Services. We also ran conferences, rallies, and raised awareness on issues such as the plight of refugees and asylum seekers. My world was basically a utopia where, what with all the hard work we were all doing, by the time I became a proper middle-aged adult, we would have successfully stamped out racism, sexism, homophobia and all those horrible judgements we unnecessarily make about others. My children would be able to grow up in a world where the content of their character is more important than which hole they would decide to put their sexual organ into, or the colour of the skin attached to that hole.

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No more fucks to give

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Written by Kat

Disclaimer: this is the one where Kat says fuck. A lot.

I’m delighted to report the absence of specific, albeit unmentionable, fucks – the ones I am no longer able to give. You know how you thought that song was about you? Totally was. The editing process spared you, but consider yourself spring-cleaned from my life.

As for general fuckery, I will go against the sage wisdom of long-loved David Mitchell and propose that I could, actually, care less about the following issues. Despite my chosen title, I care slightly too much about them and have not yet attained the fully-fledged, carefree attitude of one who truly couldn’t care less. In other words, I may have a fuck or two left to give.

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