I was removed from what took place on March 22nd, both literally and in terms of the effect it had on me – of course it’s far easier to remain detached when it’s not on your doorstep. That’s not to say I was not appalled or filled with sorrow – I just wasn’t terrified. And actually, harsh though it may sound, I view that as a triumph: it means the monster who carried out the attack was not successful where I was concerned.
The following week I had an event to attend in London, and I went as planned. I even attempted the tube at rush hour. (I gave up because I’m heavily pregnant and sadly too many commuters are ignorant or indifferent to that plight, but that’s another matter – perhaps this post from Emma of Island Living 365 is relevant here…)
Kate from Counting to Ten wrote about the wonderful staff of St Thomas’ and their rational but often overlooked dedication as they ran to help the injured. I’m not convinced this lack of recognition is limited to one hospital during a particularly difficult time either – it seems to be a wider problem where NHS staff are concerned, but again, that’s another matter.
On the subject of medical staff, Nicola from Mummy to Dex wrote about the reporting of a story regarding the aborting of babies for being the wrong sex. In reality Professor Savage’s comments were taken entirely out of context for the sake of clickbait. Why am I not surprised?
Is it wrong of me to wonder whether the same skewed angle would have been applied had the professor been male? Perhaps that’s not the case at all – we know what sensationalist newspapers are like after all. But it does go to show that there’s an ingrained sense of inequality, for me at least – and, I fear, for so many other women. Reading this post by Naomi of Nomipalony it’s not hard to see where these feelings stem from.
I’m finishing on a rather controversial post about another form of discrimination. I’m not entirely certain what we’d call it, but ‘ageism’ is probably accurate, technically – it’s just not what you’ll think. I’ll be honest, this issue – which I think Lucy from The Parent Game has handled pretty impressively in her post – is something I’ve often discussed with my husband; but never publicly. I’ve always felt too fearful of being labelled a bigot to verbalise my thoughts, but I’m totally with Lucy. I’ve definitely been on the receiving end of this type of ignorance too, and I do think it’s a problem with a minority of the elderly. There, I’ve said it.
What do you think? Is this something you’ve ever experienced, or are Lucy and I callous?