OK sorry I just had to say something.

I’ve got no beef with La Blair Femme. It’s not, like, she’s on my Favourite Person List or anything. But I don’t hate her. Actually, I don’t really have any significant emotions when I think about her. She’s just someone else, innit.

And then t’other day she made some comments at some conference about some stuff, and the whole world went mental-crazy and called her a bitch and a hag and all sorts of other insults and degradations based upon her appearance and demeanour (wahoo! Gotta love a bit of misogyny with your toast in the morning).

Seriously, people, please. Yes. She said some misguided things, which, I suspect, were taken out of context and reported in a way which would provide the most sensation and audience reaction. Who’d have thunk it, journalism doing such a crass thing? Almost as if it were ON PURPOSE.

Holy smoke-without-fire. One of the things she said really struck me: ‘What is important is that women have a choice’. Totally. Absolutely. I agree wiv ya, Chezza. I am totes pro-choice, me. Let’s have some more of that tasty tasty choice-stuff. Let’s make it so that women can CHOOSE to stay at home, and look after the bairns, and not have to worry about judgement from society at all. Let’s make it so that women can CHOOSE to go back to work once they’ve had some babies, and have a successful and fulfilling career, and also not be judged and other shizzle like that. So’s we are all CHOOSING STUFF, yah?

Let’s make it so that women can be self-sufficient, yeah, and also co-sufficient, if they’re lucky enough to have a partner wot loves ‘em and wants to and is able to provide for them. Right? And let’s make it so that if a co-efficient person suddenly finds herself self-sufficient, but with not so much of the farking SUFFICIENT, then there are processes in place to help that person. Yes I am totally talking about me here. I am currently trying to be self-sufficient and failing miserably, mostly cos I never, ever thought I’d be in this position, ever. And it farking sucks. I wish with ALL MY HEART that I was self-sufficient. There is nothing I want more right now. Oh, apart from affordable – or FREE – childcare so that I can go get a job and start feeling like I can support my daughter in ALL THINGS.

What else?

For what it’s worth, I don’t think Mz CB is ‘attacking yummy mummies’. I think she’s saying that she was never going to be a SAHM and that’s what works for her. And, presumably, that’s what works for millions of other women as well. And Madame B is right: I don’t think young girls should aspire to having a rich husband and spaffing out his babies. That’s the LAST thing I want for Moo. Even less than something really dangerous, like vulcanologist, or rabid space-donkey tamer. I want Moo to have choice. I want Moo to be self-sufficient. I don’t want Moo to end up like me.

But MOSTLY (I’ll shut up in a minute) I just think this whole farking fracas has been another bloody smoke’n'mirrors act designed to get us whipped about something damned inconsequential and moot, at the end of the ruddy day. SO WHAT if Her Blairness has an opinion on something? She’s not the BOSS OF EVERYTHING, is she? She’s just someone else, spouting their thoughts into the ether, like we all do every farking day, and not everyone agrees with us, do they. No. So. Innit.

Let’s all calm the fark down and shake it out. I had to just get it out of my system. And the best thing? I’m going offline for a few days, so any comments will rapidly cool in my inbox for a spell. Hoopla!

Dare I ask? Where dost thou stand on the whole Missus Chez thing?