Tag: bossy

Ideas come and go throughout the day but as quickly as they go through one ear and into the brain they have a habit of going straight out the other and out of the brain frustratingly soon after. Instead because it seems to have taken over our social consciousness recently with Brexit and now with the general election looming, perhaps before this thought escapes through the exit ear, politics could be worth a little mention.

There was a time when I referred to football, which I am a big fan of, as having evolved into a soap opera for men. Of course now with women’s football increasing in popularity and inevitably one day in quality, as well as women’s participation in the spectacle as a whole, there are certainly some who would class that statement as outdated ignorance. However I stand by it not on grounds of being a stubborn petulant absolutist, but on grounds that the real number of women participating is still most likely lagging far behind traditional male participation, assumption I know, and not that they don’t exist of course but that I am yet to meet a woman who actually really enjoys football, potentially ignorant to believe my bubble of existence is representative of the whole world perhaps, but I don’t give a shit because not enough has changed yet for me to feel content drawing conclusions that it is anything but a soap opera for men. Let’s leave why actual television soap operas are therefore for women for another time. Anyway the point of that tangent and it’s overly qualifying nature is firstly that discord involving something that may offend seems to automatically need qualifying and because it leads into another grossly generalised example of ignorance by suggesting politics is just a soap opera for bossy people.

I have my beliefs and I love to believe they are enlighteningly maleable but inherently they’re probably not. I will however take great pleasure arguing with and attempting to change the minds of other people to believe what I think and therefore do as I do. I am not alone. My manipulated little mind is as lost, confused and scared as all the others out there trying to convince others of something so that we ourselves can relax safe in the knowledge that the little realities we have created are correct and therefore safe. But like any soap opera it is anything but real and with excitement and verve we are going to spend the next three weeks lost in a world of confirmation bubbles and blinding illusion as we vote in the fella offering us nothing other than a different quality of lubricant for the giant dildo they are about to shove up our arse.