It doesn't matter what last Wednesday's Supreme Court ruling, says. If I'm in a public loo, and a trans woman uses a cubicle next to me, I'm going to pay zero attention and carry on with my day. If we're standing at the sinks, and she says hello/smiles/does absolutely nothing at all, then I'll probably politely reciprocate, and then also carry on with my day.
It's not trans women who make me feel anxious in public toilets. It's the kind of people that brought the action to the Supreme Court in the first place - transphobes who are obsessed about what's in people's pants. That's well creepy. The kind of people who wouldn't challenge anyone they felt 'looked' like a woman but would feel emboldened to question anyone that challenges their narrow view of femininity. Do we all need to wear makeup now? What about women with short hair? Oh, and heaven forbid you've had a double mastectomy. Expect to be confronted, should you ever meet one of these awful people, when you're desperate for a wee.
The only brief light relief in this massive back step for feminism, is to imagine the hissy fits when trans men start to use the Ladies. Either way, I'll be weeing, washing my hands, and cracking on with my day. I look forward to the day when everyone else does too.
In the end it took me ten hours and nineteen minutes. Kind of. I started reading the first draft of the next Leeza McAuliffe book at 9.39am and finished at 7.58pm. There were a couple of interruptions throughout the day. Mainly, the guy doing my patio felt strongly that the paving slabs I'd chosen were wrong and I had to go to the tile place and rethink. Lolzzz. Brief shopping trips aside, I read continuously. And when it was done, I had a few pages of notes. The next job is to ponder the notes. I need to think about what parts can be ditched and what parts need strengthening. The good news is, I laughed, was moved, and felt satisfied at the end. Win.
Culture
I'm not sure whether this is Culture or not, but it certainly felt historic. On Friday, I visited my parents. My niece had shown an interest in the family photo albums, and so after tea, we sat down and went through them. We began in 1978 and ended in 2018. (My parents mustn't have felt the need to print off anything since then.) It took three hours, and covered twenty-one albums. My brain was absolute mush. My niece, however, seemed to have unending stamina for the chronological history of the Bond family and soaked it all up.
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| Bond family history. These kids are adults now! |
What was weird/lovely was to see every single personal milestone, fashion mistake, holiday, and bad haircut archived for posterity. It was also interesting to see the inequality. There was not one photo of any of my sports days, but several pages of one of my little brother's. One sister got a page devoted to her graduation, another got just one photo - of her holding the official graduation photo in front of her face, with the flash obscuring most of it. I guess with seven kids, consistency is impossible. Either way, it was a fascinating evening of family history immersion. An elongated 'life flashing before my eyes' if you will. Can recommend, if you have a similar family photo album set up.
Food and Drink
A long overdue catch up with mates happened on Thursday. We planned to meet in town and head to Bold Street, but beyond that it was vague. The good news is, we found the best place. Ropes and Twines was about half way up on the right, and had excellent wines. Plus, we randomly picked a night where an artist was having an exhibition. His photos were around the walls, and he did a speech where he explained how he'd come to create the collection. All that, as WELL as excellent mates and lots of laughter. Spoilt, I was.
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| The new patio tiles I've chosen. For your records. |
I think I've mentioned all my comings and goings above. I was at the rents' in Wales, I was out in town, and I had to choose a second tile option to appease the guy doing the patio. All fun and games. Oooh, I also got to watch my nephew, who'd never had the pleasure of my baby-sitting skills before. He was top company. Happily, he chose to watch TV with me (much more preferable to being forced into active participation of a game) and kept me up to date with the plot twists of his Lego cartoon. A marvellous morning.
Did you have a happy Easter? Is that your bag? Are you enjoying the Bank holiday nonetheless? Whatever you did, I hope it was fun. And if not, that means the fun times are on their way. That's the rule!
Have a lovely week, folks.
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