I was having a wee chat with Neil about this last night, wondering why Muslim nations that are criticised by ‘the West’ for various missteps in the ‘path to democracy’ or human rights violations or female oppression or whatever have been able to elect female leaders while the US (land of the free) hasn’t seen that happen. The first examples that come to mind are (of course) Benazir Bhutto and Megawati Sukarnoputri.
Neil’s response was fairly predictable: “It’s not the land of the free.”
(Not verbatim, but pretty close.)
It does make me wonder why this is so? Even if Megawati and Benazir had been chosen by their parties as pure figureheads, they were still elected by the population as President / Prime Minister. I just find it surprising that a country whose frequently-communicated values include freedom and gender equality should find it so difficult to find female Presidential aspirants of quality.
I’m not forgetting Mrs Thatcher or Helen Clark, or even Gloria Arroyo. They aren’t Muslim.
An open letter signed by 57 people, mostly activists and writers, called Hu’s detention “unacceptable” and demanded that he be released immediately.
The signatories urged the government “to make good use of the opportunity to make the Olympics a truly grand event for the Chinese nation by opening the door of social reconciliation” and proving that it has made efforts to improve human rights.
IMHO, if athletes from most of the participating nations turn up and compete anyway, even if they or their governments make noises about human rights and dissidents’ detentions being unacceptable, the Chinese government will have proved their point — hardly anyone really cares about these activists, and the ones who do don’t have the power to do anything about it.
The article, Glorious diversity of our mongrel nation, is a bleeding heart editorial I agree with (although I have, at the moment, chosen to make a life here in Scotland, I would not consider myself a Scot. Lah), but it’s the comments that make it funny. In a pathetic kind of way.
First on the agenda of my shiny new Project Un-dull-ify: gym time.
I aim to be at the first Body Pump clinic at the local sports centre, bright and early on a Saturday morning. I didn’t even know what Body Pump was until I, 1) asked when I dropped into the sports centre to locate a schedule, and 2) looked it up on the Ingterneck.
There are some concerns among the Project Un-dull-ify Team (of one, hereafter known as PUT) that ‘mainstream hit songs’ might be interpreted in ned-happy Scotland to mean ‘banging techno’. Nevertheless, PUT plans to push through any potential auditory agony with the same technique used while studying for one’s O-levels: when you have finished your allotted task, the peace, quiet, and comfort will be super-sweet.
An additional worry is the combination of free weights and klutziness. If PUT can survive the first few classes without fracturing or spraining any digits, PUT will push on and build pretty gym muscles. Eventually.
I believe it is not very cool to still be thrilled to see snow falling at age 31 (soon to be 32)? Neil seems to think so. There’s a lot of delight that emanates from me when twinkly flakes appear — as if by magic — out of the sky, swirling around as they give it up for gravity and land on my face and coat. Up to 40cm is expected in the Cairngorms, so I’m told.
It’s snowing on and off in Edinburgh today; I’m hoping for enough of a storm so I can go outside and play, but I don’t think the chances of that happening are very high. Weather forecasts are predicting heavy snow tomorrow, though. I can’t wait! I already slipped on the frosty ground a few weeks ago and a magnificent bruise flowered on my left knee; I need more superficial injuries to feel like a kid again.
I’m amazed at how a little frozen water can lift my mood. Chewing on ice cubes when I was younger (and I still do it when I’m back in Singapore) never fails to cool me down and make me feel better. Ice must be my friend.
What makes snow snow. I’ve had some instinctive guessing at why the temperature needs to rise before snow will fall, but here’s an explanation from the BBC (which actually makes sense).