The boys in blue
Nov. 16th, 2007 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
When I was a child, the mother of my best friend was something of a Marxist, the sort of woman who thinks sellers of the Socialist Worker a bunch of lightweights*. As this was in the 1980s, around the time of the miners’ strike, she held no high opinion of the police.
Following the news that being too fond of a bicycle is grounds for being put on the sex offenders register, the use of a taser on a man in a diabetic coma**,and an enquiry into police actions following just another domestic, one appreciates her points anew. Isn’t it nice to feel that the forces of law and order are protecting the public?
It is another beautiful and cold day today, and I have taken the winter coat out of the wardrobe. I have an induction at the gym at lunchtime; in the context of the “Women! Get more exercise! But not if you only want to do it to be thin!” of the past few days, I state that I shall be doing this in order to build up my stamina and specifically to improve my upper body strength for next year’s skiing holiday.*** I shall find every minute of if maddeningly dull, one of the downsides of strenuous repetitive activity being that it is hard to daydream in it without falling off the machine, and I don’t like listening to music on the go. I assume that in the sane waters of LJ I am not the only one who thinks that people who consider a good solution to women being unhealthily unfit is to require them to buy expensive pushchairs so they can jog with the baby are living on another planet?
* I rather resented as a teenager that no-one ever tried to sell me a copy of the Socialist Worker, but have now decided that this is not because I don’t look sufficiently socialist, but that I am immune to street sellers. Even the Chuggers thronging Cornmarket at lunchtime have never yet approached me.
**I wonder, do they have any statistics as to the frequency of men being non-responsive on top of empty buses due to their being (a) unconscious through illness (b) unconscious through inebriation or (c) non-responsive due to being a terrorist who for some reason wants to blow up an empty bus, but has fumbled his detonator?
***Unlike middle sister, who as a young child had to be socialised not to pull doors off their hinges, I do not have much native upper body strength.
ETA: Owl rescue story for the owl fans on my flist. Look out for the proposed law to make bestiality illegal as well. The Danish animal brothels will be pleased.
Following the news that being too fond of a bicycle is grounds for being put on the sex offenders register, the use of a taser on a man in a diabetic coma**,and an enquiry into police actions following just another domestic, one appreciates her points anew. Isn’t it nice to feel that the forces of law and order are protecting the public?
It is another beautiful and cold day today, and I have taken the winter coat out of the wardrobe. I have an induction at the gym at lunchtime; in the context of the “Women! Get more exercise! But not if you only want to do it to be thin!” of the past few days, I state that I shall be doing this in order to build up my stamina and specifically to improve my upper body strength for next year’s skiing holiday.*** I shall find every minute of if maddeningly dull, one of the downsides of strenuous repetitive activity being that it is hard to daydream in it without falling off the machine, and I don’t like listening to music on the go. I assume that in the sane waters of LJ I am not the only one who thinks that people who consider a good solution to women being unhealthily unfit is to require them to buy expensive pushchairs so they can jog with the baby are living on another planet?
* I rather resented as a teenager that no-one ever tried to sell me a copy of the Socialist Worker, but have now decided that this is not because I don’t look sufficiently socialist, but that I am immune to street sellers. Even the Chuggers thronging Cornmarket at lunchtime have never yet approached me.
**I wonder, do they have any statistics as to the frequency of men being non-responsive on top of empty buses due to their being (a) unconscious through illness (b) unconscious through inebriation or (c) non-responsive due to being a terrorist who for some reason wants to blow up an empty bus, but has fumbled his detonator?
***Unlike middle sister, who as a young child had to be socialised not to pull doors off their hinges, I do not have much native upper body strength.
ETA: Owl rescue story for the owl fans on my flist. Look out for the proposed law to make bestiality illegal as well. The Danish animal brothels will be pleased.
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Date: 2007-11-16 03:47 pm (UTC)And hooray! Heart-warming owl story! (but what Danish animal brothels? In fact, do I want to know this?)
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Date: 2007-11-16 09:24 pm (UTC)Bestiality is legal in Denmark and Norway as long as it does not harm the animal, however entrepreneurs (perfectly SFW) (http://www.aftenposten.no/english/local/article1458080.ece) seem to be more enterprising in Denmark. I do have some vague recollection of a Danish prosecution involving a duck.
Look, I'm sorry, but I have flypaper brain.