Good, Grennie. someone has to.
looks like everyone here is surreptitiously dozing over the Sunday papers, so I will help myself to a cappuccino.
This morning, as I pushed the pushchair uphill with dd2 in it with one hand while holding dd1's hand with the other, I noticed a group of 4 lycra-clad men loitering in a group on the other side of the road with their posh-looking bikes. They were there for a while, for several minutes, chatting and waiting for - what? someone else? There is no pavement on that side of the road. Just as I was drawing level with them, they picked that exact moment (although nothing visible had happened like someone else turning up) to cross the road and wheel their bikes in front of us, on the pavement, in a group, at 1 mile an hour. I was furious at the pointless inconvenience to us and - yes! - actually said something! They blocked us completely and were not even aware of our existence. (I have no idea anyway why you have to wear lycra to wheel a bike at a slower pace than a 4-year-old walking.)
Part of the conversation (with the one person who deigned to notice me) was me saying "there are 3 people here trying to get somewhere." He looked genuinely confused for a minute. At least 2 of the people hadn't registered with him as such at all. Being all female, all quite small, and two of us children, we hadn't even aggregated to being one whole human worthy of consideration between us. He said "sorry, love" but was obviously mystified. Just then the pavement started on the other side of the road again so I cross and dd1 tripped over the pushchair and fell in the middle of the road. Completely unreasonably, I blame him for this. GRRR
Second in my very first world list of feminist issues, is the letter I was cc'd on to my GP from my consultant. It says, "Thank you for sending this very pleasant lady to me..." and goes on to say what he proposes to do. WTF? I did not ask for a comment on my pleasantness or otherwise, I doubt my GP did either. The horrible (tho obviously not releastic) implication is that if I had been in a grouchy mood that day (or, face it, less apparently posh) the letter would say "Thank you for sending that unpleasant lady to me. I don't propose to do anything for her as I don't like her." Really of course, I want to know if all letters he sends about male patients are like this. "Thank you for sending that charming - and in fact quite fit! - young man to see me". Do you think he does this?
I know that given all the things that men do to women all over the world, these are very very little things. But I just came here to tell you, I don't mind if you ignore me and continue to drowse over the supplements full of healthy January recipes involving lentils.
Have a good Sunday all