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Monday, 28 January 2013

Something a little off-topic


According to various public figures – politicians, celebrities, TV stars, and many others – what women wear, and how they conduct themselves, contributes to whether or not they are likely to be raped or sexually assaulted. Don’t wear short skirts, because they’re too sexy; don’t wear high heels because you can’t run in them; don’t show more flesh than necessary, because you’re inviting unwanted attention. Don’t go out after dark, don’t park too far away from your destination, don’t walk unaccompanied in certain areas, don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t do the other. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.

But then, we’re also told that we should prettify ourselves. Wax our legs/underarms/bikini lines, so that we are more attractive to men; wear makeup so that we are more attractive to men; wear the latest fashions so that we are more attractive to men; emulate the style of the stars, so that we are more attractive to men; wear high heels, because they make our legs look good; have the perfect body so that we are more desirable; wear figure hugging clothes so that men can see our curves, and how attractive we are. We are taught that our sole worth is based on how pleasing we are to the heterosexual male gaze.

Is it just me that can see the horrible, cruel irony of what these people are saying? For a lot of women, we wear the clothes we wear, because we are told that we should desire them, because they are fashionable, because the current favourite starlet is wearing them. We also wear what we feel comfortable in, what we feel ‘sexy’ in, what makes us feel good about ourselves. The reason that a lot of these clothes make us feel good, is because we feel desirable. What makes us feel desirable is largely dictated by what our culture tells us should make us feel desirable.

There are oh so many problems with this restrictive view of what women should be, and should do. Why, on a night out, should we dress as if we are expecting to be raped, and not dress as if we are going out to enjoy ourselves? Maybe I’m not the best person to talk about this; I don’t wear heels (I fall over) and I don’t wear short skirts (I don’t like them). But I recognise that it is each man or woman’s prerogative to wear whatever they want to, whenever they want to.

Of course there are exceptions to this rule: sometimes uniformity requires, or practicality dictates, that we should wear something specific. I would, for instance, laugh at anyone attempting to use a treadmill wearing a stacked heel; riding a motorcycle wearing the shortest of short skirts would be not only impractical, but dangerous. However, there are occasions – and going out is one of those occasions – where we should be able to wear what we like, what we feel comfortable in, what makes us feel good.

All of this dictation over women’s (and increasingly, men’s) bodies, and what should be done with them, completely forgets the facts. The majority of rapes have nothing to do with sexiness or practicality of clothing, and everything to do with a display of power from a sick-minded individual. A study from 2005 noted that the majority of perpetrators are known to the victim. The majority of rapes are perpetrated by someone known to the victim. More often than not, they happen in what should have been a safe place. At home, at a friend’s house, at a family member’s house. In a house. Not an alley way. Not a street, or behind the bins at a club. Not in a toilet. In a house. At home. According to a 1991 source, 1 in 4 women in the UK have experienced rape or attempted rape. Internationally, 1 in 3 women have experienced a sexual assault, and of those women, over 60% have experienced more than one incident.

And the worst bit? 91% of women surveyed in Painter’s 1991 study had told no one of their experience. Another report, the Statistics Canada 1993 survey (the largest of its kind worldwide), states that only 6% of sexual assaults worldwide are reported to the police. 50% of those involved in this survey did not report their experience, because they did not think anything would be done. Now obviously, these studies only cover a few thousand women, and there are over 3 billion women in the world. However, the findings are fairly consistent across each and every study. An alarming number of women have experienced some form of sexual violence, and an alarmingly high proportion of those experiences go unreported – sometimes not even divulged to close friends or family members.

So next time you see something I’ve posted, and you think I’m over-reacting; next time you see or hear someone slut shaming or victim blaming – think. Try to understand where I and other feminists are coming from when we say that these things are problematic. If you can, why not call those people out on what they’re saying, tell them why what they’re doing is harmful to women’s rights. Show them that not everyone thinks that the length of a woman’s skirt dictates her character or her likelihood of being raped or sexually assaulted.


Statistics and references sourced from Child and Woman Abuse Studies Unit (CWASU

Friday, 18 January 2013

FML doesn't even cover it

So my laptop's died, which is fun. Although, I think praise is due to the Disabilities Service at uni, for getting me a netbook to borrow for a week so I can get my laptop fixed, and doing so in less than half an hour from me telling them that I had an issue. A lot of people moan about the provisions for disabilities and so on, and there are several issues there, but all of my experience with them - whilst sometimes slow in coming - has been very positive, and has shown that the staff genuinely give a fuck about what they're doing. So well done there :)


I'm not entirely convinced by netbooks, mind. Being used to a mahoosive 17.5" screen and a full size keyboard and number pad, the tiny little thing I've been given as a stand-in is just downright odd to use... I have been considering getting a netbook, so I don't have to lug the monster machine around with me all the time, but I'm not sure if I could cope with the tiny.



In terms of other things, Christmas and stressful essay stuff at the start of term has meant I've gone back up a dress size and about a stone. Staying with Grandma over Christmas didn't help; I'd just got to a point where I felt ok in my own skin, then having, 'that won't do your waistline any good' on a regular basis totally smashed that. So I hid all my christmas chocolate in the car, and then stuffed myself when I got back home :/ Then of course essay stress, and my laptop decided to commit suicide, and that inevitably equals ice cream. This is probably something I should address, eating when stressed doesn't make for a very good long term plan.



In any case, the current plan is to get back on track with Aqua next week, and to work out how to change my diet to make it healthier and more sustainable. I should also go and see the doctor again about this IBS thing... Oh well, life goes on, I suppose.

Monday, 17 December 2012

Shakin' Stevens

Imagine you're sitting in your university library, studying. You look up, and you notice a girl sitting a few seats along from you. Every time she stops typing, you notice a slight tremor in her fingers, still poised to continue their work. What would you assume about her?


This is something that concerns me sometimes - today in particular. See, I am that girl. I've been working on an essay today, and every time I stop to think what to write next, I notice my fingers quaking like leaves caught in a breeze....



I'm still not entirely sure why they shake; they don't always do it. Today though, I'm pretty sure my body is punishing me for daring to walk to my orthotics appointment instead of driving. Which is annoying, because it means I can't really go to my aquafat class this evening, and I prefer the Monday one to the Wednesday one. If I did go tonight, the chances are I wouldn't feel safe driving home again.



And I was looking forward to going as well. Bummer. :(


Saturday, 10 November 2012

The Energy Bug

I've discovered a new disease: it's called the Energy Bug. I'm sure other people must get it too, I've certainly spoken to a few people who get this, but I think the occasions I've had it have been rather extreme, to say the least.


It goes like this:

Most days, you feel ok, bit lethargic, but nothing that a good cup of coffee and a chat with one of your besties can't cure. Some days you feel like your bones are made of metal, and you can't get out of bed because there's a giant, invisible magnet under your mattress that is pulling you down. Then, out of the blue, you get the Energy Bug and all of a sudden, you feel like you can take on the world, and win!


'So what do you do about it?' I hear you ask. Well, I take on the world. A few weeks ago, on Friday night I had to change a wheel on my car (tyre was flat - thanks Lancaster potholes for making my alloy triangular...), then I got home and tidied up and rearranged the living room (admittedly managing to break one of my pretty light shades in the process...), finished the backlog of washing up and cleaned the kitchen.



Saturday morning I woke up at 6.30 on the sofa, wondering what on earth had happened, I could have sworn my film only just finished a minute ago and I was thinking of going to bed... After a bit more of a snooze (in bed this time), I spent the morning continuing my cleaning whirlwind, until the afternoon when I did a radio interview for Bailrigg FM, our student radio station, to promote Lancaster Nightline ready for Nightline Awareness Week. Then on Sunday, I changed the rest of the wheels on the car over to my winter wheels, so I don't have to sort out replacing my dead alloy until the spring. Note to self: don't try changing wheels when your car is parked partially over a dropped curb. Not a clever bunny...



....And then I spent the rest of the following week feeling absolutely exhausted.



That's the only problem with the Energy Bug: you take on the world and win, and then it buggers off and you're left feeling like there's magnets under the mattress and your bones are made of metal...



More recently, I had my annual MS nurse appointment, and I explained this phenomenon to her; apparently lots of people get it, and we really shouldn't take on the world when we get it, but we do anyway because we know it's one of the rare chances we get to do the things that need doing in as short a time as possible.




In other news, I finally get a response from the Gym, who were very contrite and have now given me a full refund, which I've gone and spent on membership at the hotel gym instead, because they look far nicer in there, and it looks far less busy too. Oh, and they do aquafat, which is fun :) I've had the membership for a week and I've still not had the chance to go yet, but next week I'll start fitting it in.



The physio's given me some new exercises to strengthen my core - apparently my left side is particularly wobbly at the moment, and probably doesn't help with mobility or back ache very much. They seem to be helping, which is good, and my next appointment isn't until January now, so plenty of time to get cracking with it all.



Still stuck at 14 stone, but aquafat and maybe a bit of spin thrown in for good measure should help get me back on track.

Friday, 2 November 2012

It's November already?!

I always seem to start by explaining why I've taken so long to write a new post, and this time is no exception. I've been a very busy bee, what with being ill, doing charity work and uni work and work work and actually having a social life for once, I haven't been able to find much time for doing any blogging.


A few weeks ago, I had my first physio session, which was really good. I've been given some simple exercises to help sort out the strength in my limbs, and in particular my grip, which is one of the things I find I have trouble with whenever I have a relapse. Next time, apparently, we're going to concentrate on my core strength, which sounds.... interesting!



As for checking in with marathon stuff, I've started to plateau at about 14 stone now, but hopefully once I've finished arguing with the uni Sports Centre about their ridiculous booking system for exercise classes, I'll be able to get my money back and start going to a gym where you can actually get what you paid for (and lose a bit more weight, to boot)... Anyway, enough ranting about poor customer service and lack of respect for less-abled customers.



*aaand breathe...*



So, the plan now is this:



- leave uni gym with (hopefully) full refund of membership

- join a different gym - possibly at the hotel near the gym
- start going to spin and aquafat classes again
- carry on with exercises that the physio gave me
- get fit
- run a marathon


so, not much, then? O____O

Saturday, 13 October 2012

bad to worse

As if I wasn't already unlucky enough having caught a sore throat and cold last week, I manage to top it off by catching some kind of stomach bug just as I started to shake off the cold. If I'm honest, I almost wonder whether it was the vomiting that finally killed whatever bug had decided to cling to the inside of my throat and make it feel like a rusty cheese grater.


Needless to say eating *anything* went completely out of the window once that started; I don't think I ate anything for about 48 hours straight (until my housemate told me that I'd probably make myself worse by not eating), because I just didn't trust my body not to just forcibly remove it all as soon as I'd swallowed. Thankfully it didn't seem to be quite as nasty as the last time I had a one of these V&D things, which took me out for about two and a half weeks, about a year ago. I am wondering now, in the light of recent discoveries occasioned by the mega-diet, whether the doctor's advice last year might have contributed to the bug's persistence. Daily pro-biotic yoghurt drinks, he told me (even though i've always thought you were supposed to avoid dairy if you had a tummy upset). Well, as it turns out that it's quite likely that I have a dairy intolerance, maybe that's what made it last so long.



So anyway, that pretty much put paid to all of my plans for most of the week. So much for starting the term as I mean to go on, I managed to attend 1 of 3 seminars and 1 of 3 lectures. At least I'm fairly up to date with the reading so catching up shouldn't be too great a chore...



Hopefully next week will be a bit more successful. Fingers crossed, anyway. The MS seems to be playing up a little bit at the moment too, which makes things fun. I'm not entirely sure whether it's because the nortriptyline has finally worn off, or if it's because the neuro pain has got worse, but the pregabalin sure as hell isn't touching the spot right now. I'll have to remember to mention it to the quack when I go in about getting the implant (which I still need to book an appointment for). Can't wait. No periods for 3 years??? I'll sign up for that!! :D


Oh yeah, almost forgot to give my weigh-in update. 14st 2lb. *Almost* 2 stone gone!! Only another 2 1/2 to go! :)

Friday, 5 October 2012

Today, life is good

So I'm still around about 14 1/2, still slogging away with the diet. I've had a wobble or two here and there, mostly involving pasta bake and chocolate biscuits, but I'm back on the straight and narrow again now. I've discovered that the breakfast problem is easily solved by remembering to bring my own bread, and just buying bacon/egg from the Spar...


The exercise bit really has fallen by the way-side for a few weeks, but I'll be renewing my gym membership and getting back into that in the next week or two. I think my friend and I will be going to Spin class together now, which will be so much better than being a loner and going on my own! Here's hoping it all works out....!