|Veruca Salt, with her Golden Ticket|
Saturday, 18 October 2014
Thursday, 16 October 2014
At the moment, she wants to be a teacher when she grows up. I'm glad her teacher is a good role model, and one I'm happy for her to choose to emulate, though secretly I'm hoping her dreams don't stop at teaching, right now she could go far further. That said, her previous ambitions have been to be a princess and a mummy. Both noble, I'm sure you'll agree, but really quite gender specific. Why not an astronaut, an explorer, a vet, a bus driver? PirateGirl wants to be a doctor, inspired in part at least by Doc McStuffins. A career to be proud of, no matter what's inside your pants. Doc McStuffins being a show I particularly like for it's challenging of traditional gender roles, without making a big "thing" of it. People just do what they do.
Much as I'm tempted, I'm not going to break Squeaky's pink phase, or at least not until she's ready to move on to other things. But can I at least limit its impact? Do girls have to have special pink versions of everyday items, just because they're girls? Really?
I want my daughter to celebrate being female, to be proud of it, not to feel that concessions have to be made to compensate for her lack of testicles. After all, as Beyonce asks, "Who runs the world? Girls"
Wednesday, 15 October 2014
I hope right now you're reaching for your credit card, scratching your head and wondering to yourself, "What should I buy for my favourite blogger for Christmas?" Well, look no further, because I've put together a mini wishlist, and I'll be happy to accept these tokens of your appreciation for my time, effort and assaults on the English language.
First up, this gorgeous channel set ring. My engagement ring is a trilogy ring, and I love the sentiment that the three stones represent the past, the present & the future. This ring is kind of a triple trilogy with three sets of three stones, which would symbolise me, Daddy and Squeaky, and our past, present & future together. Sentimental old fool I am some days, I know, but that's just me. The simplicity of this ring means that I could wear it every day without worrying about catching the stones on something, but it's an unusual style, which would stand out amongst the solitaire crowd at the school gates. And with purple hair, I'm never going to blend in with them, am I? £43.70 to make sure I don't fade into a background of peroxide and designer labels (and that's just the kids)
curved sterling silver pendant. To me, it's a chilli pepper. It is, isn't it? Now, don't panic, I'm not going to get all oversharey about the state of my relationship, but I do love a bit of spicy food every now & then, who doesn't? And one of my friends goes by the nickname Chilli, so it would remind me of her every time I wore it, which would fix a smile on my face as I thought of all sorts of bad behaviour and good times! No, I'm not telling you what, statute of limitations and all that, I can't be held responsible any more, or at least not without a certain, shiny gift. £33.50 is a bargain price for an insight into my psyche and misspent youth.
OK. So now you know what to buy me, I want you to think very hard about how you're going to wrap these lovely shinies. I'd suggest a red gift bag, with the boxes inside, slipped under the Christmas tree around about midnight. I'll leave a glass of sherry out for Santa, and a carrot for Rudolph, you do your bit and I'll do mine. Bonus points for humming "Have yourself a merry little Christmas", or leaving me a bacon sarnie & glass of bucks fizz, because no-one else will remember.
For my part, I will make sure my eyes light up like the Blackpool illuminations, and do my best surprised look when you've given me exactly what I asked for! You love me, don't you?
|My eyes. From the top deck of a number 1 bus.|
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Monday, 13 October 2014
It did get me to thinking though. Do politically motivated curriculums (ok, curricula if you want to be correct about it) do children any favours at all, or are they merely pandering to the preferences of adults? While I didn't go to school in Wales, I did go to a church school, and as a result, I was forced to study RE throughout school. At GCSE level we had the choice of the GCSE class, or a non-GCSE class, no option for "actually I'm not that interested". This meant that out of the 9 subjects we could take, we had one less option, one less chance to study something that interested us, or that would prove useful in employment and later life. I can tell you plenty about the Synoptic Gospels, but do you want to know it? I didn't, and I'm still not sure I want to now. Schools in Wales are much the same, by making Welsh compulsory, they are taking away the chance for children to study the things they are good at, and are interested in. If that's Welsh, great, if not, give them a choice.
I remember watching with envy my friends in other schools, who had the opportunity to choose to study psychology, sociology, media studies, things that interested me and would have proved far more helpful in my university days and later in my career. Instead I took RE and History which bored me senseless (I still managed to pass, despite my best attempts otherwise). No teen really knows what they're going to do with the rest of their lives at the age of 13 or 14 choosing their options, but I knew for certain I wasn't going to be a religious historian.
What do you think? Did your school, or your children's school have compulsory subjects outside of the English, Maths & Science that we all expect? How did you approach it?
Tuesday, 7 October 2014
Hello, you crazy spammers with your very loose grip on the English language. Welcome to my little corner of the blogosphere. I'm glad you're so interested in what I have to say, especially those hundreds of you that have taken the time to comment today.
Seriously though. Enough is enough. You aren't even trying to be relevant, and I'm fed up of my email beeping every 30 seconds to tell me you've commented again. You're not going yo get published you know.
So please, listen to Robbie and Bobbie, Squeaky's bee friends, and buzz off. (This is a family blog, I was thinking something much less polite.)
Sunday, 5 October 2014
Thursday, 2 October 2014
Right. Now that's out of they way, let me introduce you to my newest lovely friends, Cake Angels. They are responsible for a percentage of my ever-increasing waistline, as well as some gorgeous treats, which I'd love to share with you in person - except for the fact that we ate them - so pictures will have to do instead! Many pictures. You know me.
As you can see, this was a major hit - small girls, cake and sprinkles. All we needed was a unicorn or a special guest appearance from Sophia The First, and they would have actually exploded. There were marshmallows, many many chocolate sprinkles, a load of royal icing designs, all piled on top of the most delicious vanilla frosting I've ever eaten straight from the tub. Ooops. It was leftovers, that doesn't count.
I'm not sure I'd've paid for one of their cupcakes, but they were pretty pleased with themselves. (please ignore the look on my face, I am not the most photogenic of cooks)
Then came summer. And I still hadn't written this post, when through my door came some more goodies, including the most inspired Ice Cream Cone cupcakes I've ever seen. I used to work for a bakery, a long long time ago, and they sold ice cream cone cakes, but they were nowhere near as impressive as these.
|I am a real blogger, see!|