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Archive for February 15th, 2010

Not laptops, but lapdancing…

I will lay my cards on the table straight away – I do not agree with lap-dancing clubs. At all. It might be fogeyish and unfashionable, but I felt a sense of glee when I heard a debate on Radio 1 on Friday about new laws tightening up licensing. You can read about it here  and here .

Lap-dancing clubs have had a total image change over the last 15 years or so. When I was a girl, seedy men in raincoats went to see exploited women in dodgy pubs with darkened windows and a pint glass went around at the end of the night. Now I am told (and I have zilch experience, believe me) that men go and pay £15 a pint in ‘gentleman’s clubs’ and pay for table side dances and private dances but it’s all right because the women are well paid so are not being exploited and it’s not seedy because the club is glitzy. All the while there is a correlation between an increase of sexual violence against women and the opening of lap-dancing establishments.  It’s not just men who go to ‘gentleman’s clubs’ – women go too! One poor friend works in a male dominated environment and somehow, somehow lap-dancing clubs have become a part of corporate entertaining and she’s expected to join in! In fact, lap-dancing clubs are so ‘respectable’ that the Tory Party gave vouchers to delegates in their 2008 conference.

When I’ve discussed this with friends in the past, opinion has been divided. Some have been quite happy for their husbands to go off with their mates to spend the family income watching a woman gyrate around a pole – I’ve even got friends who have been to lap-dancing clubs for a date with their husbands! I am part of the other group who think that their husbands should have more respect for themselves, never mind women, than to want to go and pay for a woman to wave her breasts in his face. Luckily for me, or not really luckily as this is the kind of thing I checked out before marrying him, my husband says nothing turns him off quicker than the idea of being turned on around his mates. He likes drinking pints and talking about football and women stripping are an unwelcome distraction from the important issues.

Given that the new legislation gives councils the right to refuse license applications if the premises are unsuitable, I’m pretty appalled that Peter Stringfellow is ‘preparing for battle’ under the Human Rights Act. Human Rights? Give me a break, son.

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Being Human

Thanks a lot Gordon Brown, you made me sit through an hour of Piers Morgan. That’s one black mark against you for a start! Still, I felt that I should probably watch in case I felt the need to comment. After all the hype, I found the whole thing a bit of a let down. His talking about his children was moving (although rumours that he openly wept were unfounded it turned out) but at times I found Morgan’s slimy insistence that GB reveal more than he clearly felt comfortable doing unsettling. I kept thinking ‘leave him alone you moron!’ Yes, our PM seemed more ‘human’ than we have been led to believe, but does it really matter? Do we want to know what is in his head or his heart?

Back when I lived in the USA I remember eagerly sitting down to watch the Olympics on NBC in 1996. During the early going, I sat stunned as the coverage of the gymnastics was interrupted (I mean actually during routines) with ‘human interest stories’ on Romanian orphanages and as cameras cut away during track races to show a face to face interview with the athletes. I was even more horrified, not to say insulted, when I found out that this kind of approach was a deliberate attempt to attract female viewers. Yes, apparently NBC believed that women don’t actually want to watch a complete uninterrupted sporting event (even if it lasts only a few minutes) unless it is punctuated by sob stories about the participants.

I kind of felt the same way watching PM and PM last night. We know politicians are all drooling over the prospect of bagging the women’s vote, but I hope they don’t think that this is all it takes.

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Ghent, Belgium attracted world wide publicity when they announced that from May 2009 every Thursday was to be a ‘meat free’ day in an attempt to encourage people to eat less meat. This idea has been taken up globally with the introduction of ‘meat free Mondays’. Sir Paul McCartney has led a campaign in the UK to reduce the amount of meat that is eaten in an attempt to address issues of animal welfare and also reduce the amount of carbon created by food production.

I applaud these schemes and ideas. After all, it wasn’t so long ago that many families ate far less meat than we do today. After the lean years of rationing, where meat was a scarce luxury and families ate many more vegetables and pulses than we do today, a meal with meat was a luxury. And not something that had to be eaten two or three times a day. However in recent times, where food availability and mass production has changed our eating patterns, suggesting that someone has a meal with no meat in it can often be met with incredulity.

I’ve been reflecting on these issues recently as my child gets older and is making his own choices about what he eats. My whole family are vegetarian. However when I tell other people this, I am often met with a surprised response. The usual question I get asked from well meaning but ill-informed people is “what do you feed him?” when they find out my son is a vegetarian. As much as I might be tempted to reply “smiley faces and baked beans of course, minus the fishfingers”, I try and be more constructive. However, I do sometimes feel that making the choice to raise a vegetarian child is tantamount to child abuse to some people. “How can you deprive him of meat and the essential nutrients?” they ask. “Aren’t you enforcing your views on your child rather than letting him make a choice for himself?” is another common question.

I became vegetarian about 18 years ago. I did so for moral and ethical reasons. Not because I didn’t like meat. I did. I loved it. A rare juicy steak? Delicious! A salty gammon rasher topped with pineapple and a side of peas and fries? Yum yum yum! Southern fried chicken wings? Hell yeah! However after watching a couple of documentaries about slaughter houses I put two and two together and decided I didn’t really want to eat animals any more. So I stopped and became a lacto-ovo veggie. I dabbled with pescetarianism (also known as a fish eating veggie) for a while but ditched the fish eating a couple of years ago. So when I became a mother it seemed natural to me to raise my child as a vegetarian. Why on earth would I want to wean him on to meat when my husband and I don’t eat it?

Why indeed! My health visitor was non-committal about it “you might want to try feeding him some meat every now and then to make sure he gets enough iron”. I don’t think so! He gets enough nutrients from the varied fruit and vegetables he has and the pulses and nuts he eats. My mother-in-law was a bit more worried to begin with “here, give him some of this as a treat [offering a chicken nugget]”. I asked her politely to stick to chocolate as a treat!

My son is now nearly seven, and has decided for himself that he wants to be a vegetarian. We have always been very open with him about where all food comes from. As soon as he was old enough to show an interest in the food around him I offered anything and everything to him, including meat if other people were eating it. His reaction? To look like I was offering him a poo sandwich rather than some of Nana’s ham! He’s dabbled with eating fish himself, but decided a year ago that he didn’t want to any more so that was that.

The Vegetarian Society have loads of useful information about how to create a balanced veggie diet, including a whole section on weaning and raising veggie children. I just don’t get why it’s such an issue to make this choice? Whose business is it really? I don’t interfere with people who choose to raise their children on battery chickens, McDonalds or frozen pizzas. So why should a vegetarian diet come under such scrutiny all the time? Are vegetarians really still such an uncommon occurrence that we are to be feared?

And in response to perpetual question “what does he eat?”, the following is what he listed as his favourite meals when I asked him last night:

  • Cheese on toast
  • Veggie dogs and chips
  • Dhal, rice and naan bread with cucumber and mango chutney
  • Miso soup with noodles, vegetables and tofu
  • Jacket potato with beans and cheese
  • Sushi rice and tofu with soya sauce
  • Eggy bread
  • Nutella sandwiches
  • Crepes with lemon and sugar
  • Spicy vegetarian sausages with mashed potatoes, carrots and cauliflower
  • Grandad’s soup (red lentil, tomato and vegetable soup)

Of course he may grow up to rebel and live in fast food joints scoffing as much cheap mass produced meat as he can. But that’s his choice. His informed choice.

So. Can you do a day without meat? Do you think it would really make a difference? What would *you* eat?

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