There’s something incredibly draining about calling people out on their bulls***. It’s probably why people don’t do it very often. It’s probably why I find it very draining when I hear other people do it, and end up unfollowing left-wing ranters on Twitter. Listening to other people’s anger just makes me want to curl up and go to sleep, and not in a happy way. That said, I was energised and refreshed when Ad-ver-sary + Antigen Shift donated part of their set at Festival Kinetik 5.0 to call out fellow performers Nachtmahr and Combichrist on their particularly evil, offensive brand of bulls***. Continue reading
Although, growing up, it was a word I was aware of, it wasn’t one I used. Nobody else I knew used it either, except in a broadly technical sense, and even then, very occasionally. Perhaps standards have changed, and times certainly have, but I hear it everywhere I go these days. There’s no escaping it. Every newspaper, every magazine, blog and publication is f- this and f- that: the sheer saturation is overwhelming. I’m starting to wonder if people have nothing else on their minds. I’m talking, of course, about feminism.
Until about a week and a half ago, I had a pretty solid grasp of feminist polemic. To auto-generate your own blog piece, just grab any rant from the Daily Mail on immigration, CTRL+H the words “black people” with “men” and then top-and-tail it with some patronising assumptions about how billions of people are magically silenced and only able to communicate via white middle-class over-educated underachievers. You don’t need to confine it to stuff about women, either – just lump in anything that white-middle-class-guilt-ridden-lefties are angry about and you’re good to go.
Then something very strange started happening: the general shrieking cacophony of the popular press started to make sense. It’s not that my own opinions have changed, so much as everyone else has miraculously stopped being absurd. It all started at the Guardian. Continue reading