Bluestocking lock in!

[QuentinSummers]

Posted a whole thing on the last thread and it was locked!

Last thread here
www.mumsnet.com/Talk/womens_rights/3062013-The-Bluestocking-is-open-for-business
Here's my post replying to Moth
Thats an interesting article moth. Best not on the board or MRAs would be all over it!
I was wondering today, hopefully, if the news about darts getting rid of the girls means the overton window is shifting and maybe p0rn will become less acceptable?
If not all this hooha about F1 girls and the presidents club is just tinkering on the edges.

Hi punters. I am on my second glass of wine and starting to fret about Jimi Savile's favourite police force finding the time to abuse their authority to force Twitter to doxx mums who call a spade a spade, while police forces in Scotland convict a comedian for tasteless jokes and the mythology of 'sex change' is enshrined in Scottish law.

Its all starting to resemble Germany in 1937...

Oh dear
Are they still on about that? I was hoping they'd drop it.

No one about?

I fancy a brandy or something.

I have a random moan. Probably an unfair one. Friend of mine is becoming more remote. At first I thought it was maybe just dying out but now when I see her she seems quite grumpy and dour. She is massively ambitious and has a big career with long hours, but has taken up studying as well (not work related, for fun). She travels at every possible opportunity but she did say the last time, they spent the first two days staying in because she was exhausted.

Understandably she is building in family time (husband and parents, no kids) so the way things are going, I can imagine it will be a struggle to see her more than a couple of times a year and I don't do well with friendships like that.

Also she has been so grumpy the last couple of times I saw her, it felt like I was a chore. She had time for one drink. She works round the corner.

It feels like a loss. Also I think she's finding me boring now. I don't have a big career or travel.

Sorry I am being boring now!

You are not! That sounds sad for you. I think it's more likely all is not rosy for her and she's trying to distract herself from it.

Thanks Quentin
It's just weird because when she was building her career we'd be in touch nearly daily and see each other twice a month
Now she's achieved the major senior job, it's like she's looked at every minute of spare time and decided to fill it with more achievements

It's great if she's happy but I'm not sure she is

Or maybe the rushing off and never having time means I should take a hint and she doesn't want to be friends now

Guess I'll wait and see what happens

How's everyone else doing? I'm going to have another coffee before gym I think!

Another day, another Guardian comment deleted.

Merely for pointing out that, in Guardian-land, men can also have their eggs frozen for IVF.

[whistles]

EverlastingSummer - what a lovely name!

was that the pregnant "man" article by any chance?

All this makes me wonder about DH. He does DIY, can sew better than I can, do housework better than I can and is equally good at taking care of the DC. Does this mean he is actually better at being a woman than I am?

Also, could you all help me swallow my pride and ask him to teach me how to use the sewing machine? I really hate asking for help with things I wanted to teach myself but I don't want to break the machine.

I also hate it because DH is better at everything than I am even the things I am stereo typically supposed to be better at. So if he teaches me, even though he is a good and patient teacher, it will still reinforce that little internal voice that tells me I am 'less than' because I couldn't do it by myself.

Pressed post too soon. Could someone just remind me that maybe it's ok to ask for help?

Because the stupid "rules" that say you "ought" to be good at xyz because of your sex, are just exactly that - stupid rules. You are good at whatever your personality and abilities make you good at. Same as your DH. Neither of you better or worse than the other.

Asking for help and being willing to learn are strengths, not weaknesses.

Hi people, sadly it's only Monday and I'm having a glass of wine. Oh dear.
Actually had a positive meeting today about discrimination! So it's a relaxing glass, and not an anaesthetic!

GuardianLions, it won't get anywhere, the CPS won't see a case to answer, not worth the public funds.

Anyone want to bet a tenner on it?

Frankly ISay you should be giving yourself a massive pat on the back for having succeeded in attracting a competent male. And for having built a relationship in which you are not his de facto mum.

I'm just leaving work in London, stuck on a late train which has ground to a halt, and I've not had a break all day and had to stay two hours extra so am having a much anticipated mini bottle of Pinot Grigio on the train!

cheers!

Enjoy
Just caught an infiltrator I think, waiting for a response.

Hi all! May I please join you for a drink? Off the alcohol at the moment, got any hot chocolate or a nice cup of tea? Some of you may have seen my postings - I dived in at the deep end after lurking for ages as I was so riled about all of this trans nonsense but I’ve just realised that perhaps I have breached etiquette by failing to properly introduce myself... apologies for that!

Good points, Assassinated and Tallulah. Thank you! Knew I could count on the patrons of the Bluestocking.

Fascinated, hello, I don't pop by often for a drink, I'm normally irritating people on the threads. I realise I've become rather mannish over the years of working in male dominated sectors. Or maybe I was always mannish having grown up with three brothers.

Who cares.

Well exactly, who does care. It’s ridiculous that people do!

Totally. I remember in the 1980s when an RFA ship came in to a port I was working in, a bunch of guys would get their dresses on and sit at the bar waiting for the men who liked men in dresses to drop by, and no -one batted a lash.

This is it. What’s WRONG with men in dresses? They need to own it!

I arrived at HMS Dauntless in 1981, the day Bobby Sands died, which was a collection of dilapidated 2nd world war Nissan huts near Reading to be chased and bullied around in the sports fields and parade grounds by the most beautiful bunch of butch lesbians you could imagine. It was fun. They let us off when we climbed over the fence and legged it into the village for a pint or a gin and lime.