Feminist Pub 17: The Bluestocking frolics in the fells and fens of feminism

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This is the 17th incarnation of the Feminist Pub!

Here be goats, cannons and chat on feminism and related themes. Also snacks. And booze, copious booze.

Welcome!

Puffin Someone hates the twee parenting memes. It might be an AIBU thread.

Haven't watched much Buffy.

I saw a vampire movie where the women vampires complained about not being able to see their images in the mirror and how difficult it made (un)life.

Hurrah Annie!

I've been doing my temp job ferrying people between sites for about 3 months now and one of the women swore for the first time in my presence on Friday. I pointed it out and she apologised so I said "why the fuck are you apologising? Don't do that, just spit it out". Today she swore again. And apologised again. And justified her apology by saying swearing isn't ladylike. I'm not embarrassed to say my rant about 'ladylike' was filled with swears. She is from one of the Baltic states and is used to being a lady. Acting like one, I mean, so as not to offend us delicate flowers.

This job is supposed to end this month and I'll be sad to see it go because of some of the people. The aforementioned woman, the Polish woman who has no problem with swearing and is possibly more potty mouthed than me, the Pakistani chap who talks about cricket and how hard it is to find a job as a non European immigrant, the female department managers who sometimes have crises of confidence (I always ask if the men would suffer the same way. Apparently they wouldn't). The female heads of department are good and the men who work for them admit it. The job is easy and I love it. Good job really, it's an hour each way and split shifts and I'm knackered by Wednesday but hey! I'm qualified to do nowt so...

It wasn't even the fact it was twee so much (although that's annoying too) - it was the total and utter obliviousness of the fact that my dad is, well, not a great dad.

Indeed. I can't think of any man who has hurt me more than my dad. He has pretty much ignored me for the past, ooh, 26 years now.

My dad is luckily great, but let's not ignore the fact that many people have a miserable time at the hands of their families.

Mothers day is always tough. Trying to find a card that isn't a big fat lie to send to my mother is hard. They all wiffle on about how great the mother is, and what fabulous friends we are. And she wasn't/isn't and we aren't.

Meh.

I usually buy one that says "happy Mothering Sunday" and leaves it at that ( due to hatred of the twee rather than awful mother, again luckily)

I used to get ones with no inscription and then write my own thing.

Part of me is glad I don't have to deal with it any more. Part of me isn't.

New pub thread

www.mumsnet.com/Talk/womens_rights/2333397-Feminist-Pub-XVIII-in-which-the-Bluestocking-greets-the-first-signs-of-spring-with-a-glass-of-something-soothing

My family doesn't do cards. Even for birthdays a short email to say happy birthday is deemed adequate for all concerned. We are very relaxed about this, for some reason. Not sure what we are uptight about. There must be something...