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.
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.