As you know, I don’t need the help of heels to fall-over and scrape my knee, uppity curbs are sufficient, it is a wendy-way of being…
Sophie King received £7,200 compensation for ‘pain, suffering and loss of amenity’ due to a broken ankle resulting from a fall when the heel of her newly purchased shoe broke. The Guardian’s Ariane Sherine thinks Sophie deserved a broken ankle and should repay the damages. At least one fledgeling member of the UK caring(?), medical, profession agrees with Ariane’s view that women should expect to suffer pain for conforming to patriarchal, consumerist, pressures to wear sub-standard dangerous products, in this case, high-heeled shoes. Both the Guardian and medical blog point out that Sophie, the victim, was 5 ft 9. The sheer audacity to be a girl AND tall without recognising that she expected to suffer substandard, dangerous goods, while maintaining her social obligation to conform to patriarchal ’sexy’ values.
This is a classic example of the patriarchal approach to dealing with systematic abuse against women by requiring an adjustment to the behaviour of the victim rather than the perpetrator of the crime. Legally referred to as ‘contributory negligence’ , infamously called-out in 1980’s UK when a man convicted of rape was not given even a custodial sentence by Judge pickles because the woman (victim) was negligent in her behaviour by wearing a mini-skirt. Huh?!
I’m glad that this time, the legal system protected the victim, Sophie King.
Shoe manufacturers systematically target physically-dangerous (high-heeled) shoes at women, not men. It is a clear case of female-gender abuse. A trap targeted only at female health. On planet Wendy an insightful, talented, lawyer would bring a class action against the shoe industry for being the instrument of perpetrating systematic violence against women.
sixty-second in as unstructured Wednesday series of posts explaining my singleness.
Reason #62: easily confused.
The not being single thing is all way too complicated. My theory is that when it isn’t complicated then that’s the right match for me! Slam dunk, I’ll know because its all effortless and unconfusing. It will be like an atronought landing on planet Wendy.
Auntie Wendy’s Aunty.
Is preparing to die.
The thought makes me cry.
She knows how and why I love her
But I should double-check. Just make sure.
Spring to our 20’s,
Summer to our 40’s,
Autumn to our 60’s.
Winter to our deaths.
Winter is in my elders house.
Please wrap-up warm.
Take a scarf and hat.
Can I hold your hand?
Poem inspired by the photographed letter from mumzies sister, received the day before my brothers-daughter’s birthday. My neice, my namesake on a day when I am thinking of Auntly things. A day when I am glad that I’d booked a full 2 week holiday in the UK covering Christmas to be both aunt and niece in the same day, in the same company, in the same room.
I did not return to Britain for her brother’s funeral. I wrote letters, a poem and promised myself that I would join the family this Christmas.
taking my life as I take my alcohol
uncloudy, straight, not on the rocks
It’s unclear how I get mixed-up
where the clouds come from
Surreal?
- Investigating eating Danish Blue cheese, while
- Reading about the WhitePrince’s Kitty’s orange-reddy TV watching habits, and
- Listening to his 2005 club mix, after having
- Removed Kitty fur from keyboard spacebar
Laptop as food-tray, music system, communications device and kitty-fur magnets …so versataile…
If life is surreal what’s the (space)bar for normality?
I typed
Mail instead of Main
within an email
to a male
I chuckled to myself. This possibly isn’t amusing for you unless you are actually on Planet-Wendy* with me. No map available to Planet-Wendy.
”cars ‘eee ain’ begit’n maw carn-tex’
Regional accent outbreak. It means ‘context UNPUBLISHABLE’.
*photograph of Planet-Wendy painting** attached.
** the painting*** actually IS hung on the wall in my garage.
***I’m open to painting purchase offers, make me a bid… ….I promise not to cry…
Wendy still-nesting-footnotes
