Note: To be honest, there is a slight feeling of unease writing about feminism when you’re… well, how can I put this delicately… Male? However, if I were stopped on the street and asked “do you label yourself a feminist?” I’d say yes, so I’d hardly be true to my views if I shirked away from writing about these things just because I’m one X chromosome short of a better set of hips.
Note: this is a disorganised rant written in the wee small hours of the morning. I take no responsibility for grammar, swearing, or whether or not there’s a point to any of this.
Oh media, when will you learn…
“So, who’s your money on for the German v Spain match then?”
“Oh, definitely Spain, I trust the octopus.”
“… Stephen, you’ve said some weird shit before, but that’s got to be a new record”
“Oh, you haven’t heard about the psychic octopus?”
“… Okay, THAT is the new record…”
“Haha, no, seriously, the BBC’s reporting on an octopus in a German zoo which has been predicting Germany’s football results. He’s been right each time so far. He’s getting quite famous in Germany, apparently.”
“Really? Wow, I wouldn’t have thought the Germans would be into that sort of thing”
“What sort of thing?”
“You know, believing something as silly as a psychic octopus”
“Well, I think the octopus thing is more of a joke than anything, but actually the Germans are just as prone to superstition as everywhere else in Europe, if not more so. The people I know there are all mad keen on astrology and they’re one of the biggest consumers of homeopathic products in Europe.”
“Pfft, yeah, but come on, there’s a BIG difference between homeopathy and believing in a psychic octopus!”