Archive for September, 2012

Feminism on Friday

Stereotyping lego!

The pastel coloured “girls” (more curvaceous than the boys) spend their time in the coffee shop, the house and the garden.

Well! perhaps there’s truth in the house bit, wonder if there’s a vacuum?

From Linda Loralay


I love this questionnaire. Well done thenerdfightingfeminist


1. What do you think caused your heterosexuality?

2. When and how did you decide you were a heterosexual?

3. Is it possible that your heterosexuality is just a phase you may grow out of?

4. Is it possible that your heterosexuality stems from a neurotic fear of others of the same sex?

5. If you have never slept with a person of the same sex, is it possible that all you need is a good gay lover?

6. Do your parents know that you are straight?
Do your friends and/or roommate(s) know?
How did they react?

7. Why do you insist on flaunting your heterosexuality? Can’t you just be who you are and keep it quiet?

8. Why do heterosexuals place so much emphasis on sex?

9. Why do heterosexuals feel compelled to seduce others into their lifestyle?

10. A disproportionate majority of child molesters are heterosexual. Do you…

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Nether Edge Sunday Market

I went to this local market yesterday with my friend Natasha,  – (check out her fashion drawings and stylish eco bags).

It was a real pleasure. I looked at handmade crafts, organic vegetables, charity and supportive stalls, organic meats and locally made pasties. What a find.

I urge you (if in the vicinity of Sheffield  to go to the next one, you won’t regret it.


Feminism on Friday

From Crankyfatfeminist:

Goodbye to Buster

We did. He’s at rest. We’re sad. We miss him!


If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Don’t let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.

We’ve had so many happy years.
What is to come can hold no fears.
You’d not want me to suffer so;
The time has come — please let me go.

Take me where my need they’ll tend,
And please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I’ve been saved.

Please do not grieve — it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We’ve been so close, we two, these years;
Don’t let your heart hold back its tears.

Feminism on Friday

Feminism on Friday

I know it’s been posted already!

It still makes my blood boil though.

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