A bad old week for women

Boy oh boy *cough* hasn’t it been a terrible week for the sisterhood. And I’m not just talking about issues with those containing the Y chromosome (though that does feature… quite a bit)

Firstly, we have the horrendous images of Charles Saatchi grabbing the neck of his wife, Nigella Lawson, then ‘tweaking’ her nose in a restaurant. Saatchi then had the nerve to state it was simply a ‘playful tiff’ – First of all, playful?! Second of all, TIFF?! When myself & my partner have ‘tiffs’ neck-grabbing or face-pinching certainly never features. Along with this, despite no word from Nigella yet, Saatchi has accepted a police caution. Although, even this has left a bitter taste in my mouth as the famed art collector & advertising businessman stated he only took the caution to ‘avoid the fuss’: “I thought it was better than the alternative of this hanging over all of us for months.”

Wow – hanging over all of us?! You’ve received a caution for assaulting your wife in public, yet all you are more concerned about the fact you might be hung out to dry for it in the media then the welfare of your other half. I just cannot fathom this, at all. Although no-one knows the full extent of what those images portrayed, one can’t help but feel a little disgusted about the fact this whole event occurred – nevermind who the parties involved were. The fact a man can place his hands around a woman’s neck during an argument is a whole heap of wrong.

Oh and to really put the cherry on the cake of this vile situation, let’s not forget that Nick Griffin said this:



I’ll leave you all to make your own judgements about that… 

On top of this, VICE magazine have also decided this week was the perfect opportunity to launch ‘edgy’ fashion photo-shoot by photographer Annabel Mehran depicting famous ladies of the sisterhood who have committed suicide. Not in ways which show their true strength or how they changed the course of female history – but instead models were posed actually how each individual ended their life. Again, just…wow.

First of all, so we can now combine fashion and death? Has death become fashionable? Are we now selling suicide?

I really don’t understand the meanings behind this shoot, many writers have already stated it seems to be controversial for the sake of being controversial and just an excuse to gain hits.

Since I checked it out this morning, the online version of the article has been pulled – hmm, again I’ll let you make your own mind up about that too.


If that wasn’t enough, it also seems the sisterhood has been generally bashing the sisterhood today as well!

I happened to click on a RT by journalist Polly Vernon where Vagenda magazine was giving an article she wrote 10 years ago, a right old slating.

This is the offending article: http://m.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2003/sep/14/foodanddrink.features3

Now, while all those involved have been pointing fingers at Polly for encouraging anorexia or bulimia (despite the fact she has stated this is, in considerable part, an ironic article) if you actually read the piece, Polly states repeatedly how she is actually happy with her body. She lost weight by accident, and kept it off, and liked it. So what?

There are a considerable amount of other pieces knocking around women’s magazines across the globe with women who were happy when they put weight on and ended the ‘battle with food.’ So why is it such a bad thing that a woman is secure in her body shape after losing weight without crazy dieting or stupidly exercising.

Ms. Vernon is thin. She said she was thin. She’s happy that she is thin – done and dusted: “…thin wasn’t something I actively pursued. Thin happened to me.”

The whole situation has struck quite a few nerves with me today. As a gym bunny (particularly weights, weights and more weights) I often get comments such as “don’t get too muscly” – erm, okay but I love having muscles…so comments like that are actually quite offensive. I’m happy with my body, and that’s that.


Oh and while we’re at it, I think it’s time we made this video illegal. I don’t even need to say why. 



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