Mental Gymnastics

If you’ve read any of my previous blog posts (or even just a few of my tweets) you probably have a pretty clear idea of where I stand on the matter of gender politics.

My stance (about which I’m not remotely shy) has earned me all sorts of supposedly derogatory names, from SJW to lesbian to – yes – the dreaded F word:

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Oh shit, I forgot to tag this post NSFW.

The one thing I’ve never been accused of being, however, is sympathetic to abusers. Never, that is, until a recent Saturday morning, when I encountered someone so determined to avoid addressing patriarchy’s widespread detrimental effects that she (yes, SHE) somehow interpreted my suggestion (that we stop teaching men that anger is the only appropriate emotion to feel and holding women responsible for what others do to them) as an effort to excuse men who abuse women. Continue reading “Mental Gymnastics”

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Lenten Lacaray

It would seem that T&T has decided to forgo decorum for Lent 2016.

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This… is not what I expected [IMG: memegenerator.net]
In the past three weeks, we’ve seen an epic amount of shenanigans, including, but not limited to:

  • Sexist remarks from the mayor of our capital city  (who then made a painful and lingering exit rivaling that of Romeo and Juliet, for whom parting was infamously sweet sorrow).
  • domestic abuse case blown wide open on the internet, which somehow ended up leading to the arrest of a populist hero, who has since been caught red-handed lying about his innocence. Worst of all, he ultimately managed to overshadow the aforementioned brutal domestic abuse case with his antics.
  • The sudden appearance of topless photos of, not one, but TWO of our local gymnasts who, coincidentally, are currently vying for the right to represent T&T at the Rio Olympics (which, according to the metrics originally set by the local governing body, one of them has already won).

*phew!*
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Get it Together, T&T

I hate that I have to blog about this matter for a third consecutive day, but something has come to my attention that is so absurd it would almost be funny… if it wasn’t so screwed up:

I hear that some critics of Mayor Raymond Tim Kee are so upset about his comments that they’ve resorted to dragging his children into the matter. His children.

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Seriously, I need a moment to process this. [IMG: elgl.org]
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Enough is Enough

For most of my time here, I’ve been genuinely baffled by people who insist that, given the chance to live abroad, they would never have returned to T&T. Having spent half of my life elsewhere, I honestly couldn’t understand their perspective because, underneath all the inefficiencies, corruption and, yes, crime, T&T isn’t actually the worst place to live.

At least, that’s how I felt until very recently. You see, it’s one thing to know deep down that you’re living (and raising your child) in a deeply patriarchal society, but it’s another thing to have that fact declared by a public official who, apparently, sees nothing wrong with it. Continue reading “Enough is Enough”

Carnival Bacchanal

I posted that tweet at 12:15 this morning after scrolling through yet another thread of sanctimonious Trinbagonians eager to condemn women (it’s almost always women) for daring to bare their flesh during an annual national festival that has long been associated with that very thing.

Imagine my surprise (but not really) when I awoke hours later to the news that the Mayor of Port of Spain responded to questions about the death of a masquerader by referencing an earlier statement about the “vulgarity and lewdness” of some women during the Carnival season. Continue reading “Carnival Bacchanal”

The Victim Blame Game

Let’s play a game.

This is going to end well. [Image: vipvalet.ca]
This is going to end well.
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Imagine you have a car. Not just any car, but a really nice, new one. Make and model of your choice, fresh custom paint job. You drive your gorgeous car to a fancy restaurant, opt for valet parking and have a delicious dinner. Continue reading “The Victim Blame Game”