I had major plans for today’s blog post, but I’m about to embark on a major family day out, for which I will be wearing a dress, and hugging little children a lot (or possibly a lot of children a little. This will depend on the moods of the hugees). This required a lot of preparation, both mental and physical, so my planned post never materialised.
Also, there are certain weeks when you want to lie down for about a year, and we’ve just come to the end of one of them.
I’m not going to get up on a soapbox here. Readers do not come here for discourse on Irish issues, nor do they come here for serious debate, unless it’s about books, in which case we know it’s seriously funny. But I’m sure you also know that Ireland is facing a referendum next Friday, and people are getting very inflamed about it.
You know too that Ireland has a very dubious history regarding its approach to women’s healthcare, and the treatment of pregnant women in particular.
The upshot is that I and a lot of other people with ovaries have been feeling fairly crappy about being a woman in Ireland at the moment. We are not in a good place. I will be voting Yes next Saturday to try and get us to a better place. I hope and beg that an Irish majority will too, at which point, things might seem funny again.
In the meantime, here are the blog posts I didn’t write this week, for all the reasons.
1. Guess What? You’ve Been Reading The Same Book For 200 Years
This is the post I should have finished last night, but I was too busy feeling relieved to get anything done. The reason I was relieved is because I am not a British or American journalist. There are many reasons to be relieved that you are not a British or American journalist, but yesterday’s Royal Wedding is a good place to start. I have never heard so many formerly intelligent journalists sound so brainless in my life. It was almost charming, in the way that an excitable small child who is about 2 minutes away from a tantrum is almost charming. Still, it fed my occasional need to feel smug and superior, so job done, as they say.
2. I Saw Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Being Interviewed And Might Finally Have Figured Out How To Be A Woman
The author of Purple Hibiscus and Half of a Yellow Sun was in Dublin as part of the International Literature Festival Dublin (please see previous post for an overview of Dublin’s ridiculous addiction to Lit Fests) and I and approximately 3,000 other X chromosomes went to see her. She says what she means and means what she says, and doesn’t temper it with empty flattery, or tolerance for silliness. She is magnificent and should be Queen of Everything. The only royal moment I needed this week.
3. The Books I Would Never Tell You About
This is a tease, I admit it. It wasn’t just this week. I fail to write this post, every week. The reason I generally don’t tell you about books I truly love is because I’m afraid of losing some of the wafer-thin credibility I have when I’m giving out about other books. Perhaps one day, if I’m trying to flog something, I’ll bite the bullet. Or perhaps not. Who knows?
4. Who Knew? Facebook Is PROTECTING ME With Its Face Recognition Software
Unlike most other things this week, this was hilarious. With the new GDPR law rushing down the track at 10,000 miles an hour, all the social media companies have been scrambling to nail down their data privacy issues by using their best wiles to try to get us poor suckers to officially sign over our data to them, as opposed just taking it from us without asking.
Facebook informed me on Thursday in some completely bonkers version of Stranger Danger that I should consent to their face recognition software – get this – because it would PROTECT me from STRANGERS (Block caps mine. Idiocy Facebook’s.)
I filed it under ‘Things Complete Strangers Say Are For My Own Good But Are Actually Very Bad And Possibly Even Dangerous’, and said No.
The only No this week which will be for the good of my health.
5. 2,018 Reasons to Vote Yes to Repealing The Eighth Amendment of the Constitution of Ireland
You think I couldn’t have come up with 2,018? Oh, ye of little faith.
Back to normal service next week, folks, I promise. Well. Let’s just see how things go, shall we?