I’ll keep it short, I promise.
Welcome to Sarcasm Central HQ. Until I have the resources to hollow out the inside of a mountain for that world-dominating lair I’ve always wanted, we’ll just have to be happy with a free blog.
Everything that I write, anywhere on the blog, is either certainly true, true to the best of my knowledge, or my personal opinion. Feel free to point out if I make any glaring mistakes.
Anything that I don’t write is probably not written about for a damned good reason. For example, my surname. You won’t find that here. Let’s keep it that way, shall we?
What you will find here is my first name: Rachel.
You’ll find out a bit about who I am and what I’m doing: cis, not currently (or previously) disabled*, female, bi, young, mixed-race, feminist for lack of a better label, currently studying in Sheffield, working on a Maths degree. Sometimes I break maths. But so far I’ve always managed to put it back together again in time to hand in a suitably un-broken assignment.
You’ll also probably eventually work out who the special people are in my life: Kirsten, my oldest and dearest friend, who press-ganged me into blogging happy feminism over at Teaspoon of Sugar; J, my partner in crime, with whom I share a bedroom, but not, thank goodness, a bank account; Flatmate, who does what it says on the tin; and a host of others, family and friends, whom I accord slightly more anonymity. Because I’m good that way.
My particular brand of feminism is not going to be to everybody’s taste. That’s a given.
To nick a quote from John O’Farrell, I fit in “somewhere on the soft left, with all the people who like a laugh and a pint after the meetings”. Except that in the end, the meetings made me stabitty.
If you want to talk about how women like me are vacuous tools of the patriarchy, brainwashed into sleeping with the enemy? Piss off now, and save me the trouble of banning you. There’s a place in the world for this type of feminist. But it’s not here. Likewise, if you think that I’m offending your deity(s) of choice and need to be saved from eternity in damnation, please do the same. Curiously enough, in the same way that these two wildly diverging groups both categorise me as somehow bad and wrong, I categorise both of these groups under the banner heading: Bastards That Want To Control Other People’s Bodies. Funny how we both make blanket assumptions about people whose individual circumstances we know nothing about.
Still want to talk to me?
Try emailing: metalsunflower AT hotmail DOT co DOT uk
*If there’s a more succinct way of saying this without losing all the meaning, I can’t find it. TAB (“temporarily able-bodied”) seems to be the nearest, but it also seems like this could be misinterpreted to mean that (a) I have been disabled but I’m not at the moment, or (b) that I’d forgotten about cognitive disabilities. Neither of those are true.