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Wednesday 20 February 2013

BULLY MANTEL


Recently a renowned British author, Hillary Mantel, called The Duchess of Cambridge - or Kate, as we refer to her on this side of the world - a “bland machine-made doll.” She went further with her rant to say that her impression of Kate, the future Queen of England, who is pregnant by the way (in case you’ve been living under a rock) is that of a ‘jointed doll with a plastic smile on which certain rags are hung whose only purpose is to give birth.”

Wow, someone clearly needs to switch to decaf. What inspired this vitriol is unknown and comes as a surprise from this well respected and usually eloquent writer. Who knew she was prolific in the art of bullying as well. The irony, Hillary Mantel, although very comfortable with slinging criticisms in the mainstream media, has never even met the Duchess of Cambridge. So her basis of this rant is purely superficial based on photos she sees in the press and on television. You know, like the rest of us. Funny enough, the moment I read about Ms. Mantel’s remarks I wondered what SHE in turn looked like. Cause something told me there was a bit of jealousy and self-dislike swilling around in there (I’ll let you go ahead and Google Ms. Mantel yourself).

When it comes to public figures I am more than keenly aware of the machine of which they are a part. Trust me, I get it; as much as they have their private lives, they are also in the public eye and should ready themselves for a certain amount of criticism and critique from the fray (ironically this also includes their peers. Go figure); some of it warranted (actions have reactions and so forth) and some of it not. But in regards to Hillary Mantel, it begs one to ask when mere critique crosses the line into the realm of bullying. Seemingly for no apparent reason other than to sell more books (a very big reason), Mantel purposely spoke out to the mainstream press and callously attacked a woman who by every account is a nice, down to earth woman (and what is happening to the sisterhood already, I mean geesh!) who is merely trying to adjust to being one of the most famous women in the world. 

Yes, the Duchess is thin. Yes, she smiles a lot and doesn’t say much. But in her line of work (an employee of the monarchy, if you will), that is the job description. You do volunteer work, you go to openings of museums and non-profit organisations and you embrace children at orphanages (I do not say this with an ounce of jadedness as I thank god someone is going to orphanages and hugging children). It’s a bit like being Vice President really. On the contrary, would Hillary Mantel prefer that Kate was some beer swilling sloth whose belly hung over her jeans while she hurled curse words at Wills after a drunken night out at the pub?

As for Kate’s only purpose being the monarchy’s procreator, again, it is slightly part of the job description. Okay more than slightly. An heir is very important to the monarchy and Kate knew this signing up. Not to mention, she married a hot young man. The general course of things is to eventually see what a spawn will look like, no? As well, Kate is also not able to go and get a job at the local Starbucks to earn her own pocket money, let alone write the next great British novel alongside Ms. Mantel (although she could use a ghost name I suppose such as ‘Smokin Hot'). Not to mention, Ms. Mantel is also tapping into the ongoing and incendiary debate (but of course, books, books books) of motherhood vs. having a career. If Kate solely wants to sit back, eat shortbread and have kids, then that’s her god-given right.

So Ms. Mantel, eyes on your own page so to speak and stop being such a bully. You don’t hear Kate commenting on the latest curtain you wore to a book signing, now do you. But then again, she has far too much class to do such a thing. 


Monday 18 February 2013

THE KING


[One from the archives today. Apologies, but insomnia has reared it's ugly head again!...And thought it would also be fun for you new readers to see how The King got his moniker]

There has been a mutiny in my house. Once upon a time, my partner and I had the foolish belief that we ruled the fiefdom around here. And now, to our surprise, we have been usurped by this small month old entity that we have now deemed ‘the King.’  This new little possessor of power lies on a pillow just staring out into the void, silent at times, and then of course at times, very much NOT. And from that pillow he commands over this fiefdom like it was always his. In fact, never before have I seen such a small creature demand such action, attention and round the clock servitude. We now laugh at how this little body with a big voice merely has to squeak and we both jump like idiots trying to figure out which of the King’s needs is not being met. Is the King tired? Is the King hungry; Wet? Bored? Is the King upset the stock market took a nosedive? Wait, maybe the King does not like what is on television. Hurry, change the channel before the King issues a decree to remove us both from the kingdom! I don’t doubt this child’s power.

And trust me, the King knows when we’re trying to do something that is not on his agenda, like showering or sitting down to a meal. The King can be fast asleep two rooms over and the second one of our bottoms hits the chair, the King’s eyes fly open as if to say ‘I’m sorry, but I did not give permission for such things.’ Imagine what he thinks when I try to write a blog. He gives me that look like, ‘I will let this one pass this time, but don’t think for a second I don’t know what you’re up to, Minion.’ Never before have I felt so powerless (and exhausted. Being a serf is tiring work).

The other thing I find astonishing is the King’s refusal to let me finish a task. I am under the impression that he finds it all extremely amusing and is relishing his role as puppet master. 'Wait, I’ll let her start doing something, then I’ll interrupt her, then of course she’ll forget what she was doing, start something else and I’ll interrupt that too. God this is fun!' I of course – having no memory or brain power in any capacity – do this dance until I have six or seven uncompleted tasks up in the air like balls waiting to crash to the ground.

And of course, the King wields all this power because he has three things in his arsenal that we just can’t deny. He’s young and cute, and apparently helpless (although I very much doubt this one) - a very powerful and undeniable combination of things. Sh*t, gotta go, the King is calling.






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