Yes, let’s discriminate
GAH! I get so mad when I read the counter-argument on Obese ’should be barred from IVF’:
“Weight loss may improve the success of treatment, and women should be made aware of that, but to deny treatment outright is discriminatory,” he said.
Why can’t they bloody discriminate? Resources aren’t unlimited, for fuck’s sake! We’ll be transplanting livers into unrepentant alcoholics next… oh wait, it’s already been done (although Neil tells me he went private).
I mean, come on, equality for everything is a nice goal to aspire to, but if people refuse to help themselves, why should anyone else?
What old age, what retirement?
One in four ‘fails to save money’.
I’m not surprised. There is something fundamentally incompatible with encouraging a commercial / business / retail free-for-all and then also propping people up with ‘free’ health care*, unemployment benefits, and so on.
You know what it says to me?
Spend all you damn like, do anything you want, we’ll be there to pick up the pieces.
This drives me mad. Is it any wonder young adults and children (and many supposedly mature and responsible adults) are careering completely out of control? No one thinks they’re accountable for anything, even their own lives (retirement, pension, future, destiny).
* Healthcare in this country is most definitely not free. I for one would prefer to be able to choose where, when, and how my healthcare is provided, and pay for it directly.
Stop with the stuck-up, already
That old chestnut again.
No, I am not a snob nor stuck up. I’m quiet. I don’t talk. If it wasn’t for Neil, it’s very unlikely I would go out to be sociable at all (I have no problem going out and being alone in a crowd). This does not mean I think I’m better than you — it means I’m extremely introverted.
Buck buck, buckaaawwww
Tomorrow I am going to my first ever ‘hen’ thing. It’s not really a hen night because we’re starting in the evening afternoon, and I’m really glad there has been no mention of silly t-shirts or fake feather boas.
I’m dying to keep going on my crafting and computering (outside of work, CSI and House, that’s all I do) — who knew what I thought was relatively simple crocheting could take so long — I guess it’ll have to be Sunday when I rotate between stiff fingers from holding the hook for too long, or tired eyes from staring at the screen for too long.
My life ain’t too interesting, so how come there’s so damn much to do?
Expat men are dickwads (in China)
Maybe I should expand a bit on my tweets from last night. My must-watch on Monday night is Paul Merton in China, because it amuses me (Neil and I know what he’s experiencing is not a put-on). Last night, there was a segment where he met the expats who run the hash in Guangzhou. No big deal, except he noticed that most of the women running the hash were Chinese, and it was universally acknowledged they were there to find a (foreign) man with a fat wallet.
At the end of the hash, there was a round of ‘traditional’ games, mainly drinking out of trainers and (what looked like) those containers used for bedridden patients to pee in. Then, they said all the (Chinese) women had to compete to see who could produce the best camel toe.
(For those who don’t know, a camel toe is what happens when the crotch of a lady’s trousers are FAR too tight.)
Paul’s interpreter, Emma, was right to be disgusted. With respect to those women, if that is what they think will snare them a foreign wallet and passport, fair enough (although they are mistaken). What pissed me off was how much it reminded me that most of the expat men in China are dickheads and fuckwits. They are usually below average in attractiveness when they’re in their home country, so when they go to China their egos get inflated by women desperate to get out of poverty and a restricted life, so they think they can get women to do anything, and the women will go along cheerfully.
Not all expat men are like that, of course, there were a few I could hang out with when Neil was away, because they were either already in monogamous relationships, or actually valued their friendship with both of us. As for the rest of them, I have no respect for men who have no respect for anyone, even themselves.
I can’t believe I’m still simmering with rage about this.
To the male driver of the light blue-grey BMW (registration PL03 NVS) I saw on the motorway this morning
Dude, don’t use your bloody mobile phone while driving. Get a fricking car kit if you’re so important that whatever you were chatting about couldn’t wait.
Just having a decent service would be better
Public transport doesn’t have to be free, it has to be comprehensive in order to be an effective alternative. I am more than willing to pay a fair sum to get access to regular, efficient, and punctual trains and buses*. The problem is Scotland is so spread out, and getting affordable service to remote areas is going to be a major issue. I shudder to think how much it will cost to extend commuter services to the back of beyond, even in Central Scotland.
* For instance, the £96 I would pay per month for a ZoneCard is fair AS LONG AS the bloody train arrives when it should and isn’t stuck waiting for a platform at Glasgow Central for ten minutes in the morning. Or make my connection a more frequent service. Hell, make the first leg of my journey a more frequent service.
Open letter
To Whom It may Concern,
Please turn the tap off when you’re done washing your hands. I suppose I should be grateful that you’ve washed your hands at all, but leaving the tap trickling wastes water and it annoys the fuck out of me when I have to turn off this tap every single time I use the bathroom.
Love,
Andrea