This commentator is unfortunately unhappy again. Well where have you seen that before?
http://tseniortfte.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/whats-in-name.html
This was my take on Katie Hopkins and her attitudes towards names. Now she's started on accents.
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/katie-hopkins--stephanie-mcgovern-and-northerners-sound-stupid-131026114.html#VpTiGmV
Please excuse me but which rock did you crawl out from under?
When I married my wife my accent changed from the broad Yorkshire to one of more like that great Huddersfield actor Patrick Stewart. Oh did I speak with such eloquence, with such vigour and my Richard III was magnificent (Did I tell you that I was quite a thespian myself? No I didn't think so and that is for a different time perhaps)
Now though, because I'm divorced, I speak au naturelle with a proud Yorkshire accent (although I do a fair West Country one having lived in and around these parts for years now) I could never do Scouse, even though I lived in Liverpool for several years, go'ed you say, but no sadly I could never quite master it. Unlike Jan Molby the great Liverpool and Danish footballer who I met on several occasions at Anfield or clubs or bars around the City. He really did master the Liverpool accent but funnily enough most people who I met thought that was charming or mildly amusing but certainly not horrible.
But does it matter?
For years regional accents were frowned upon particularly at the BBC. Even when I was a child and won a poetry competition that led to my first radio appearance I noticed that Radio Leeds had all proper speakers around me. My Geoffrey Boycott accent wasn't really that wonderful I might add. And so once again I got into a mind set that said I hard to speak proper and there was nowt else to be done.
Yet now I look on things somewhat differently for as someone who has grown up in a diverse world I have come to appreciate that diversity should be celebrated. So Katie Hopkins you can take your thoughts place them in a tin and go away. As one member of the Royle Family might say 'My arse!'
After all whilst I love Patrick Stewart's Jean-Luc Picard I'm delighted to say
We shall not be assimilated we have no wish to be Borg!
Friday 19 July 2013
Wednesday 17 July 2013
So you're the worst child in the country - Official!
Yes the coalition are at it again and this one is quite possibly the icing on the cake as far as them wanting an elitist society
"Children will be ranked in academic ability from the age of 11 for all to see!"
So who is going to tell the poor little mite at the bottom of the league table that they are the thickest individual in the country and for how long will that stigma continue. Well long enough to roll out the mobile gas vans!
Yes this commentator is seeing more about Nazi Germany circa 1933-38 in this country than Great Britain 2012, the land of the Olympics, the land of aspiration and inspiration. I wonder how Danny Boyle would film this. And why didn't he have his National Health Service piece finish on mass murder and burning of the corpses (Oh sorry that's what the coalition would have you believe about the so called failing NHS trusts)
I am genuinely frightened for my child, already shell shocked by the news that Gove has announced the removal of coursework from final exam marks and my twelve year old son's year are the guinea pigs, and wonder should I take him out of the country completely.
When are we going to wake up or have we already sleepwalked our way into a catastrophe so huge that we can no longer escape the black hole that this Government has created.
Billy Joel's song "We didn't start the fire" could so easily be adapted by some clever lyricist at this time and I'm sure we would see words like bedroom tax, close the Trust, take from the sick because it's only fair and just, creeping into the song.
I am British I am proud and I say no more. We didn't build this nation to trample on the ideals of the great reformers. We built this nation to be Great.
Right now it feels more like Little Britain as ruled by Edmund Blackadder without the laughs or irony!
"Children will be ranked in academic ability from the age of 11 for all to see!"
So who is going to tell the poor little mite at the bottom of the league table that they are the thickest individual in the country and for how long will that stigma continue. Well long enough to roll out the mobile gas vans!
Yes this commentator is seeing more about Nazi Germany circa 1933-38 in this country than Great Britain 2012, the land of the Olympics, the land of aspiration and inspiration. I wonder how Danny Boyle would film this. And why didn't he have his National Health Service piece finish on mass murder and burning of the corpses (Oh sorry that's what the coalition would have you believe about the so called failing NHS trusts)
I am genuinely frightened for my child, already shell shocked by the news that Gove has announced the removal of coursework from final exam marks and my twelve year old son's year are the guinea pigs, and wonder should I take him out of the country completely.
When are we going to wake up or have we already sleepwalked our way into a catastrophe so huge that we can no longer escape the black hole that this Government has created.
Billy Joel's song "We didn't start the fire" could so easily be adapted by some clever lyricist at this time and I'm sure we would see words like bedroom tax, close the Trust, take from the sick because it's only fair and just, creeping into the song.
I am British I am proud and I say no more. We didn't build this nation to trample on the ideals of the great reformers. We built this nation to be Great.
Right now it feels more like Little Britain as ruled by Edmund Blackadder without the laughs or irony!
Tuesday 9 July 2013
What's in a name?
Well a lot it would seem if you have seen this you tube piece
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edZjdgU0asM
Katie Hopkins is without a doubt one of the saddest individuals on this planet if she thinks that you judge a person by their name. Sadly she may be right as I believe that there are many individuals out there who are exactly like that, even sadder I've bedded a few of them in the past.
Now that might seem like a childish statement however the psychology behind it is rather more fascinating. For it is the psychology of class, power and sex.
We like to believe we live in a classless society where everyone is equal. I'd like to put an academic spin on that if I may for a second:
What a load of bollocks!
Oh I'm sorry if you're offended but after all I'm just showing my class as so to speak.
You see I am most definitely working middle class. My mother and father both worked hard and when I was born they gave me a wonderful name. So wonderful that I ditched it as soon as I could.
For they called me Tracy.
Now growing up in a rough tough Yorkshire school with what was always perceived as a girl's name meant that I was gay! But hang on I couldn't be gay because homosexuality wasn't acknowledged in Huddersfield then. Ask my best friend Paul, he hid his homosexuality for years due to the fact he was not only gay but mixed race. And I thought I had it hard with a girl's name. I also found it hard to get off with the girls I fancied too because of it. Because they thought I must be gay too. So I was ostracised by the boys for being worthless and the girls because I was well ...... worthless.
So how did I overcome this? Well I changed my name to Trace, (everyone thinks I'm American now) and went about bedding as many posh women as I could. I played cricket and wore a blazer with my whites. I played badminton and golf because it was a great way to distance myself from my background. I even learned to sail because I thought it was a good way to better myself socially (This is what watching Howard's Way does for you), oh and I also learned to mix cocktails and speak with a Noel Coward accent. The reason why I was so successful was because these women never saw me as a threat, or a serious companion, just an interesting shag with a bit of rough as so to speak. Either that or they were trying to find out if I was gay and could be turned!
And there lies the problem with Katie Hopkins. She is by no means alone when she says that she judges a child by their name. I see it all the time. Interestingly enough I see it with my youngest son now. The number of times he is judged because of where he lives and what I look like. You see I tend to dress down most of the time, scruffy some would say. And I pick my son up from school so I must be unemployed. No I just happen to earn a living in a different way to others and chose not to act like a fashion model all of the time. I am also highly intelligent with a string of letters and awards after my name.
And this is all about bullying for want of a better name. People are so insecure with their own lives that they have to turn it on the most defenceless in our society, our children. A child doesn't know the significance of a name unless an adult smears it in some way. And then a child will copy that act from the parent.
So is there something in a name, well yes if you listen to your parent's views. Children are not born thinking ooh you're named after a type of wine so you must be getting ready to appear on the Jeremy Kyle Show. They are born wonderfully untainted and it is adults who use them as pawns in the chess game of life.
And for your information Katie when I was younger I believed that the only way to better myself was to Roger some posh bird. That is until I quickly realised that they were so caught up in their own mediocrity and self importance that they could never understand what the act of making love was all about. So I learned to understand people and in particular women. I learned about making love, not shagging. And I learned that actually when we are all naked and with our lovers class doesn't mean a thing nor does a name.
I am so glad that I grew up Katie, isn't it about time you did too?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edZjdgU0asM
Katie Hopkins is without a doubt one of the saddest individuals on this planet if she thinks that you judge a person by their name. Sadly she may be right as I believe that there are many individuals out there who are exactly like that, even sadder I've bedded a few of them in the past.
Now that might seem like a childish statement however the psychology behind it is rather more fascinating. For it is the psychology of class, power and sex.
We like to believe we live in a classless society where everyone is equal. I'd like to put an academic spin on that if I may for a second:
What a load of bollocks!
Oh I'm sorry if you're offended but after all I'm just showing my class as so to speak.
You see I am most definitely working middle class. My mother and father both worked hard and when I was born they gave me a wonderful name. So wonderful that I ditched it as soon as I could.
For they called me Tracy.
Now growing up in a rough tough Yorkshire school with what was always perceived as a girl's name meant that I was gay! But hang on I couldn't be gay because homosexuality wasn't acknowledged in Huddersfield then. Ask my best friend Paul, he hid his homosexuality for years due to the fact he was not only gay but mixed race. And I thought I had it hard with a girl's name. I also found it hard to get off with the girls I fancied too because of it. Because they thought I must be gay too. So I was ostracised by the boys for being worthless and the girls because I was well ...... worthless.
So how did I overcome this? Well I changed my name to Trace, (everyone thinks I'm American now) and went about bedding as many posh women as I could. I played cricket and wore a blazer with my whites. I played badminton and golf because it was a great way to distance myself from my background. I even learned to sail because I thought it was a good way to better myself socially (This is what watching Howard's Way does for you), oh and I also learned to mix cocktails and speak with a Noel Coward accent. The reason why I was so successful was because these women never saw me as a threat, or a serious companion, just an interesting shag with a bit of rough as so to speak. Either that or they were trying to find out if I was gay and could be turned!
And there lies the problem with Katie Hopkins. She is by no means alone when she says that she judges a child by their name. I see it all the time. Interestingly enough I see it with my youngest son now. The number of times he is judged because of where he lives and what I look like. You see I tend to dress down most of the time, scruffy some would say. And I pick my son up from school so I must be unemployed. No I just happen to earn a living in a different way to others and chose not to act like a fashion model all of the time. I am also highly intelligent with a string of letters and awards after my name.
And this is all about bullying for want of a better name. People are so insecure with their own lives that they have to turn it on the most defenceless in our society, our children. A child doesn't know the significance of a name unless an adult smears it in some way. And then a child will copy that act from the parent.
So is there something in a name, well yes if you listen to your parent's views. Children are not born thinking ooh you're named after a type of wine so you must be getting ready to appear on the Jeremy Kyle Show. They are born wonderfully untainted and it is adults who use them as pawns in the chess game of life.
And for your information Katie when I was younger I believed that the only way to better myself was to Roger some posh bird. That is until I quickly realised that they were so caught up in their own mediocrity and self importance that they could never understand what the act of making love was all about. So I learned to understand people and in particular women. I learned about making love, not shagging. And I learned that actually when we are all naked and with our lovers class doesn't mean a thing nor does a name.
I am so glad that I grew up Katie, isn't it about time you did too?
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