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Feminazi?

Now what is this thing called Feminazi? Must admit I’d not heard of it until about a week ago when a lady solicitor in the UK was labelled as such, after outing a man for complementing her picture on LinkedIn.

She claimed all sorts of things, inappropriate, sexist etc. However, what she failed to remember, I understand, is that she too has left flattering comments on images of both men and women of whom she barely knows. Does this not smack of I can do, but don’t you dare?

Said lady solicitor received a huge backlash and was subsequently labelled a Feminazi. She in turn claimed her career was ruined over this. Are we seeing sour grapes? Possibly, maybe not. What I do think is she was rather silly and should have yawned the compliment off. If the man in question pursued her, then a nice official letter telling him where to park himself would have sufficed.

I like to think of myself as a bit of a feminist, certainly not radical, but equally certainly pro-women’s rights. That said, if any women feels they would prefer to be a homemaker, then I salute them and say good for you, go for it. A choice is a choice, and who am I to tell you or anybody else that they are wrong? Correct a nobody.

So I went searching on the WWW and found this:

Definition of FEMINAZI

usually disparaging

:  an extreme or militant feminist


Source: merriam-dictionary

On Urban Dictionary, they sum it up like this:

A feminazi is a sexist. A feminist is a supporter of womens’ rights.

Old Urban say a lot more too, I hasten to add.

In closing I ask then, is she or isn’t she? Read more here: Dailymail

Here she is, photo source: Dailymail

Bought some reading

I went to a dinner on Saturday evening that formed part of the Cape Town Open Book Festival. It was a charity event raising funds for a reading project in Zimbabwe. There was a whole host of authors there, moving from table to table as the courses changed. I was chuffed to be sitting at Deon Meyer’s table for the first course. Nice guy.

Went home with these 3 books, plus a freebie, the La Motte recipe book.

Anybody read any of them yet? Will let you know how they read

Hang your knickers on the line

This post has got to be my most viewed post ever. And for fun I thought I’d blog it again

VIEW it here: Hang your knickers on the line

 

Well done

Well done to Her Majesty for the many long years you have served us.

Do you think Usain Bolt would like a casserole dish?

Going to see if it’s possible to rewire my TV remote to rewind the hubby. Not rewind him back a few eras to have him look this way again – that’s him below receiving an award for running,  On that note, check out the prize, a Pyrex casserole dish! Jeepers can you imagine handing Usain Bolt one of these the next time he wins a race?

There he’d be on the winners podium, emotionally accepting the dish, while instead of the customary bunch of flowers he’d be clutching Prue Leith’s latest cook book, a sprig of Thyme artfully placed behind his ear. And then, once he’d practiced several recipes in said Pyrex dish, Usain could have a dinner party, invite all his chums for his favourite beef stew, or rhubarb and apple crumble.

Winner of note me thinks.

I digress, no, I’m quite happy for hubby to look this way still, here we are a few weeks ago at Eagles Nest.

What I need is to be able to rewind him no more than about 15 seconds to prove what he said, he actually did say to me without us having the typical, I didn’t say that, yes you did, no I didn’t, yes you did, no I didn’t, yes you did.

Anybody good at wiring out there? Failing that how about a good rhubarb and apple crumble recipe?

Sunday morning and a thought

Can hardly believe there are 109 days until Christmas 2015.

Just saying :)

Giving it away

Hello,

I’ve got a Giveaway competition running from the 4th – 21st Sept 2015.

Hope you will enter :)

(hoping the difference in time zones makes this available to all at the same time!)

Goodreads Book Giveaway


A Good Wife
by Ruth Bradbury-Horton

Giveaway ends September 21, 2015.

See the giveaway details

at Goodreads.

Enter Giveaway

https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/widget/153066

An Interview about A Good Wife

Sneak peak from an interview.

Source: An Interview about A Good Wife

Gloria’s Lemon Creams

Gloria in A Good Wife, loves Lemon Creams. Her story starts with her facing a packet of her fancies, hidden in her drawer to stop her eating them. I’m not an enourmous fan of them myself, preferring a custard cream instead.

As children my parents were very, very strict about the biscuit barrel. The rule was 2 a day, one fancy and one plain. Now this was good if there were Custard Creams because then I could believe I had 3 by pulling the CC apart. Incidentally my siblings and I never, ever forget this rule, and I have yet to return to the UK for a family visit when one of us doesn’t make mention of this.  If I told you how old we all are now, you’d be shaking your heads and muttering that by now we should be over it! Hahahaha, not likely!

Photo: Bakers

Chocolate Digestives now these little discs are one of my favourites. Given the chance I could eat a packet and a half in one sitting.

Photo: Mcvities

What’s your fancy?  And do you dunk?

The demise of family life because of a defunct dining room table

This is my dining room table and chairs.

As you can see, it’s a little bonkers with pink legs. It is also completely impractical for more than 2 folk as the side legs are in the wrong place. Not sure where side legs should be, but certainly not where these are. You feel a little as if you are fighting for space and comfort when sat there, and if it’s me there, my jaw clamps and my enjoyment levels plummet. Four people will start to get irritated with each other, more than that and there is likely to be an emergency room visit required, before the mash potato arrives.

It seats in a nice spot . . . but is never used, and not only because of the points above. I’ll raise my hand here, I don’t like it. Simple as that. Why not get rid of it? Hmmm, talk to the hubby. He loves that table more than me I think! Kidding  . . . I hope. We actually bought this table years ago, it was a horrible colour and moved from the kitchen to outdoors where it suffered the perils of bad weather, until we had it refurbished to its current state.

My interest in sharing this then is down to a story I heard over the weekend regarding the dining room table, and how it’s changed over the years, not only in position but family life itself.

You’d think a table would be fairly insignificant, but actually the story had me nodding my head in agreement. As it seems the demise of the dining table can be cited as one of the reasons why family communication and want-to-be-together has broken down. \We no longer it appears feel the need to be as one. No more are the family unit pleased to be in the same room, eating and talking and enjoying, at most an hour together once a day. How much can be achieved in that time must be huge, even if it’s about being aware of other’s likes, dislikes, while allowing questioning and answering on any subject, from world peace to Uncle Bert’s bunion op.

The conclusion then was based on how the dining table over the last 5 or 6 era’s has moved from being in an allocated room used for Sunday lunch, to a table in the kitchen, to a table in the living room close to the TV, to an open plan kitchen with an eating surface and bar stools and no further table, to no table, no kitchen eating area, eat in front of the TV. In essence, once the TV took over, so family structure began to fall away.

It’s a shame isn’t it? Now I say this reservedly as I can well remember as a child having to sit at the dining table on a Sunday for the obligatory roast. The meal was always superb, and I still picture the puddings and jug of custard arriving to this day. I don’t recall conversations all that much, but I know we had to sit there until everybody had finished, and then only once we’d asked to leave, could we.

I said reservedly as the sitting there bit used to really get up my nose. However, now, all grown up with no functional table to speak of, I appreciate the time we had there, and how it brought us all together, even if this was only for a couple of hours a week.

We were a family of six, here’s us four children. Gosh we were funny looking, err, sorry, we were really cute. Jokes aside this is one of my favourite photos of all time.

I wish I could share tales of falling of chairs with mirth as we squabbled over the last roastie, or arm wrestling for the last slice of lemon meringue, but I can’t. Maybe one of my siblings will remind me.

So what do you think, a break down of society due to the omission of dining table? And indeed, do you still use the dining room table, and what is yours like?