Lacking balls
There is a wee news item that has been running in the UK for the last few days.
It has me utterly bewildered.
A woman, Caroline Criado Perez launched a campaign to have a woman’s face included on the next batch of Sterling currency notes.
Why?
It baffles me that someone should actually be worried about gender to that degree. What fucking difference does it make? Does this woman trawl trough everything counting genders and screaming if there is some kind of imaginary imbalance?
Apparently they have decided to include Jane Austin on the next batch of £10 notes, and this is somehow seen as a massive victory for feminism. The woman should just count herself lucky that she has a currency to worry about. Frankly they could stick the devil himself on an Irish tenner if only we had an Irish tenner.
Now Ms Criado Perez is back in the news again.
Apparently she has been receiving nasty Tweets. Aw diddums!
Now I don’t agree with sending nasty material anywhere, but the world is full of trolls and the best way to deal with ‘em is to ignore ‘em.
Maybe I get death threats on Twitter? Possibly? Probably not, but it doesn’t make the blindest iota of difference because I don’t read Twitter. Now if someone insisted on banging on my door in the dead of night, I would get narked. If someone phoned me every ten minutes to abuse me, I would be a tad annoyed. But a front door and a telephone are reasonably necessary, whereas Twitter isn’t. So why doesn’t the silly woman just stop reading Twitter and get on with her life?
She really needs to grow a pair of balls.
i'm so tired of it all, men this woman that gender whatsit, who cares! i too avoid twitterdum, and honestly i'm tired of so called facebook bullying. like twitter one can't be affected if they don't read it.
Agreed cat. And anyway, why are they saying her campaign was successful? Perhaps the Bank of England were going to change. They have not indicated that she influenced their decision.
Isn't there a picture of a woman on all of them? Lizzy?
Is Lizzy a woman?
Why not that English woman Lady Lavery, who bestowed discreet favours on Michael Collins among others? Jane Austen's novels are for the birds. The raciest boigraphy I read was My Life and Loves by that Casanovan fibber Frank Harris. A couple of his alleged conquests might liven up the British tenner.
I would imagine that Lady Lavery has seen enough of bank notes?!
As Herself pointed out – it's unlikely that Jane Austin earned so much as a tenner in her life!
She probably was never kissed by anyone except her mother during her uneventful lifetime.