Rowantrees
I am having a real "how dare he" moment.
How dare some smug, overpaid, smug, home-counties-living, wife and 2.2 kids, white male call me a TERF. Just... how dare he.
All I want to do is express my concerns, as a woman and a mother, about a piece of proposed legislation that will have a profound effect on women's lives. It is so much more than about dresses and toilets. For me it is about whether our daughters will feel safe and confident about engaging in sport, or girl guides or other sex segregated activities. Or whether they will start life trailing in the 200m and feel there is no point taking part, as they will never be as good as people with male bodies. I plan to go to my first, ever, demonstration/protest next Wednesday, and am fretting about whether I should buy biscuits from Waitrose or Lidl. I don't want to stand out as too middle class.
I very much hope that Credit Suisse' PR department will come here to explain why this is a message they promote, and why their staff can publically label women, boring ordinary women like me, as "TERFs", and win praise rather than the sort of censure (bringing the organisation into disrepute) that one of his female colleagues would get should she tweet "Women don't have penises".
And decision made. I will bring along Waitrose biccies in a Waitrose Bag for Life. I will be who I am, and not be defined by some silly middle aged banker.