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Final equality and Chivalry

21 May

I think I have probably written my thoughts on this previously, but I have a new Netbook (Asus EEEPC 1000HE) so I’m lying here on my couch typing and its very nice. Nice keyboard :D. Anyway, I think I was prompted to this thought watching men race for train seats on our overcrowded train service today. I woman gave one gentleman a look of pure, the word can only really be anger. At his sheer cheek to not offer her his seat. Well my dear…you did want equality right?

For years and years women have been complaining, fighting and coercing until they have a semblance of equality. Ok, if I don’t disclaimer now I’m sure someone is going to correct me that there are still glaring omissions to equality between men and women. I’ll tell you now that the chance is, it’s YOUR FAULT. Ok maybe not you personally, but let’s try to generalise here for the sake of a balanced argument of sorts. Women ARE different from men. Yes? we can agree there I am sure. So yes, your bodies aren’t as well suited to certain jobs. You know, heavy lifting, building or making a decision without changing your mind? Ok, I kid on the last one. But it is actually a valid point. You want equality but you still want men to treat you like the “Weaker Sex” you know, chivalry. Paying for everything, opening doors and being a gentleman, offering you the last seat. Standing when you enter a room? Ok, most of that is common courtesy and things which I strive for. But the arguments are valid. There is not equality, but it’s on both sides. Men are still expected to behave certain ways to women. Perfect example is to give up a seat. Yet there are none of the same expectations on women.

This is one of those arguments that can be batted back and forth constantly and has been for generations. Isn’t it easier to accept that Men and Women are different. There’s nothing wrong with it. Isn’t it nice to know whats expected from the opposite sex, rather than trying to suss out where the power balance lies? Trying to work out what kind of women she is? Does she expect you treat her like an equal, but pay for the drinks? Does he want to treat you like a princess, hold your hand and look out for you????

Who knows…

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Let there be love Part 1

12 Feb

This is a posting from the Towler.Tk archives. A silly fun set of stories that managed at some point to lose most direction and humour. Still, you live and learn. They still make me laugh – especially the irrelevance of the title. Enjoy – Spelling,Grammar mistakes and all 😀

*Please note this file contains only fictional events and characters. Any relevance to a living/or dead person and any situation they may have/or will be involved in is purely coincidental*

This is what day dreaming does to you……

The assembly hall was packed, crammed full with 2,000 pupils and not an inch between them.
“Mrs Bonar will take the assembly today, please stand quietly” Miss Gordon stepped away from the podium to the sound of scraping chairs.
The woman strolled into the hall; she looked like a judge with red instead of black and her tailcoat streaming out behind her.
“Please sit” Chairs scraping.
“As I strutted around school yesterday I was disgusted by what I saw.” a metal glint could be seen rising from the podium. She banged the podium with the flat of her hands, Bang, Bang….. The metal object rose higher and a clap could be heard in the distance.
Smoke began to stream in around her feet and she banged again.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
The lights in the hall dimmed.
The object rose into her hand.
And then it all happened.
Simultaneously multi-coloured lights began to swivel around the hall and a spot light spun round to focus on Mrs Bonar.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
Bending low she grabbed the hems of her robe and pulled.
Velcro straps could be heard ripping open.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
As the cloak ripped open, red, gold and pink could be seen, then the cloak was gone revealing a Lycra cat suit. It looked like something out of an 80’s rock video all covered in glitter and sequins.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
“Buddy you’re a boy make a big noise, playin’ in the street gonna be a big man some day” She burst into song.
“You got mud on your face, you big disgrace, kickin’ your can all over the place” Pupils rose throughout the hall and took up the beat.
“Singin'”
Everyone was standing now and the hall echoed with….
“WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU”

Microphone in hand she launched into the second verse and threw herself onto the stage.
That was it Mr Shipley had, had enough. He hitched up his trouser, pulled his white socks way over his ankles and broke into a run. Grabbing the guitar that was conveniently in his path, jumped high into the air and launched into a face melting solo, Strumming along besides Mrs Bonar.
“This is what I was born for” He thought “No more teaching for me.”

As the curtain rose Mr Lloyd could be seen descending from the gangplanks. Smile on his face and drumsticks in his hand he started to drum, his hair billowing out behind him.
Bang, Bang, Clap.

The pupils were entranced, nothing like this had ever happened before.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
Shirts were being ripped off and slogans such as “Rock-on” and “e=mc2” could be seen printed across t-shirts throughout the hall.
The music died away and as “The Teachers” left the stage a strange sound could be heard……drifting deep down the corridors and through the French block. Burying deep into the walls and hitchin’ a ride into the history books.

“Encore, Encore”

Alex Towler

http://www.towler.tk

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