Mary Woollstonecraft – Evening Post

Here we go! A bit of educational blurb for you (it’s all the rage now education, education, education!). I’m quoting Blair again! I’m thinking here of Mary Woollstonecraft. She wrote ‘A Vindication of the Rights of Women’ in 1789. It is no doubt the first of the great feminist thesis to be argued about. ‘From the tyranny of men’, she writes, ‘I firmly believe the greater number of foibles proceed.’ And she had a ‘profound conviction that the neglected education of my fellow creatures is the grand source of misery I deplore.’
Well, that’s it then. You have to admit she had a point, bearing in mind the time scales and what have you. Love and all that business, I just don’t know. I can only speculate but what her philosopher husband William Godwin thought about this, heaven knows. Anyway, she is the first feminist to rear her pretty head, well, I’m being punctilios now so don’t knock it!
Women have come a long way since Mary was writing about it. There isn’t the educational block age anymore. When I was interviewing a long time ago, women always had the edge over men, and for want of being sexist in reverse, I used to employ them before a man – that should get the male of the species going! Nothing like antagonism is there?
Women have a fine future, if they want it. If they choose to stay at home and have babies that’s alright too. Things have changed since 1789, haven’t they just. Society is more open and transparent – sorry to use the political glibness, ‘transparent’ and all that guff. But things have changed, for the better. Time marches on, and societies with it. It is a far better place now, than that in 1789. The feminists were particularly zealous on the liberation front then, but now? The story is all said and done. Look after yourselves and may the world walk with you.
Remember, you’re lucky to be born here when all is said and done. Women will never rule the world, they are just like men. Too flawed and too sentimental, but would I have it any other way? No, I don’t think so.

Well I’ll be buggered, it’s the Internet AGAIN! – Evening Post

I had better start by making a comment or two on climate change. Come to think of it, there’s enough in the media on this. Crisis and what have you – mind you, the fellow who wanders around the streets declaring the ‘End of the world is nigh’ front and tail might have a point! If we don’t start doing something now to stop this destruction of mankind with greenhouse gases, then look out. All these futuristic films may not be something to laugh about after all. I’ll be gone and turned into ashes no doubt but what about our children and grandchildren? Think about it.
Anyway, there’s enough on the internet about it all – that’s if you can decide fact from fiction. I don’t do any social media (can’t be bothered to harm my brain cells with it) and I don’t do the mobile phone thing. The other day I was walking along a train platform and can you believe it, but a young woman was walking along side me and crash – she went into one of the pillars. Trying to read her messages on a mobile phone whilst walking along. Heaven forbid, what a world we live in!
And what’s all this ‘selfies’ about? Photos of grinning chops to be sent around all in sundry. Manic self-representation for example, Facebook, Twitter etc A validation of one’s petty life, as far as I am concerned. A waste of space.
And let’s try politics. Would you like to be one – a politician that is. Your words are twisted on the internet and made into something that one didn’t mean in the first place. And there’s the fake Wiki page, the page on me was so filled up with demented stuff that it had to come down. And the revenge reviews. The internet allows the ridiculous to flourish but there we are, that is progress for you – some progress you might say.
And just one last comment, what about graduates these days? They know precisely nothing and that’s that. All their work is plagiarized.
All hail the internet!!! I’d rather die in sanctimonious freedom that be ruled by a flash screen full of nonsense.