Complaints have been made recently about a ‘straight’ actor
being cast as a ‘gay’ character. There are ‘so many gay actors, why couldn’t
one of them have been offered the role?’This is political correctness, or sensitivity, or equality, or whatever
else one could call it, gone stark raving bonkers. Using this argument, one could insist that
only straight men should be cast as straight men, or train drivers as train
drivers, soldiers as soldiers, paedophiles as paedophiles.
Aren’t they all actors? And isn’t the whole point of being an
actor that he or she should inhabit and symbolise the character being presented?
I don’t know what letter of the alphabet represents you –
there are so many nowadays – L,G,B,Q,T for example. How about adding a few
more? F for Fed up, D for Disinterested, HTWIWB for Happy The Way I Was Born,
GINGUITCW for Glad I’m Not Growing Up In This Confused World.
While on the subject, or one associated with it, there are
people being given gender assignment or reassignment surgery on the NHS, the
much loved and now elderly and creaking public service available ‘free at the
point of delivery’ in the UK. I have some issues with that surgery being
offered although I appreciate there is a very small minority of people truly
troubled by the belief that they have been assigned the wrong sex at birth. See this fascinating TED talk by Paula Stone Williams.
what I really cannot stomach is the complaints that have been made by a few
that they are unhappy with the results and want them reversed (!) or improved
(bigger breasts, for example, because the recipient is suffering mental stress.)
I will write a post about the NHS another day.
For now, I will finish this by stating that I will never call
myself ‘cis’. I am a female (and yes, I am
becoming a Grumpy Old Woman, but better to be a GOW than a COW!)
From Wikipedia: Cisgender (often abbreviated to
simply cis) is a term for
people whose gender identity matches the sex that they
were assigned at birth. Cisgender may also be
defined as those who have "a gender identity or perform a gender role
society considers appropriate for one's sex". It is the opposite of
the term transgender.
Entropy Gang’s August 2018 blog (Clicking on the photos enlarges them . . . usually)
Herschel: It’s more than a year since Zula joined
the family. She’s still tiny but very determined. She loves the GARDEN. To our
sorrow, not many birds venture into the GARDEN these days.
Jellicoe: The MASTER calls me the assassin. I’m the smallest
of my brothers but probably the quickest. This year I’ve caught a rat, a mouse
and a young blackbird. I was told off for the blackbird but the MASTER and the
MAID were quite pleased with me for keeping down the rat population.
Jellicoe up high on the arch and watching . . .
Isambard: I’m still not very interested in hunting, though my
attention was attracted by a fly the other day. Lenny is the hunter of
butterflies and dragonflies. He eats the butterflies.
Herschel: The butterflies have been coming into the
conservatory. They laid eggs and the caterpillars from the eggs ate the plants.
Jellicoe: Lenny spends a lot of time with us. He’s still a bit
frightened of Zula. He sleeps next to the MAID’S pillow and I sleep between her
and the MASTER.
Isambard: I always sleep on the MAID’S feet and Herschel lies on
the MASTER’S legs but he spent all night in the gymnasium the other night.
Herschel: Yes, I went to keep the MASTER company
while he was exercising. I must have been asleep when he left and he didn’t see
Jellicoe: The MAID was in the garden (not hanging out the clothes) when she heard him miaouing and
rattling the door handle, so she let him out but he wasn’t cross or hungry.
Isambard: It’s a good thing it wasn’t during the Very Hot Weather
but the MASTER didn’t go in the gym then.
Herschel: No, he concentrated on swimming. We like
to join him in the pool, not in the water, you understand, just watching.
Jellicoe: Solomon and Zula spend long days in the garden. Zula
drinks from the pond. When she was very small she trod on the water weed,
thinking it was grass, and fell in and got wet. She hasn’t done that again.
Isambard: Solomon and Lenny have been scratching a lot. Poor
Solomon had to wear a body suit to stop him scratching. Then he went to the VET
to be tested for things that might make him itch.
Herschel: They’re called ALLERGIES and it turns out
he’s allergic to NINETEEN different things.
Jellicoe: Now he has to go to the VET for injections to
DESENSITISE (that’s a long word!) DESENSITISE
Isambard: Then Lenny will have to be tested. We don’t have to go to
the VET. We’re strong Ocicats.
Herschel: Oh, oh, I had to go to the VET recently. I
cut my back foot. The VET said I had severed one tendon and half-severed
another. The MASTER and the MAID don’t know how I did it.
Jellicoe: They think he might
have done it in the garage. He likes to go mousing in there.
Isambard: But now he’s only allowed in there for short periods and
Lenny isn’t allowed at all.
Herschel: That’s for a different reason. (whispers) It’s because he uses it as a litter
tray, even though we’ve got lots of litter trays as well as the GARDEN.
Jellicoe: We still love the dogs, especially Bertie and Roxy.
Zula loves the DOGS, too, but I don’t think Solomon and Lenny are quite so
Herschel sleeps on Bertie
Jellicoe shares Roxy's bed
Isambard: I’ve seen Lenny rubbing round the DOGS sometimes, but not
Solomon. It’s us three brothers who love them the most. It’s funny to remember
how frightened we were when we first saw them.
Herschel: Time to go now. The DOGS are going out for
a walk soon. How funny! WE don’t have to be taken out for walks.
Jellicoe: It’s been very quiet at home. Frankie, the small SERVANT,
has been away on holiday. He’s coming home on Friday.
Isambard: I like Frankie. I like to scramble onto his lap and he
likes that. Zula is his little cat and she sleeps under his bed every night. TTFN.
Barry is usually to be found behind a camera whenever we have a family gathering or go
out. This means that for most of their young lives our children, grandchildren
and now our great grandchildren, were only able to recognise him if he had a
camera in front of his face.
As the curator of the family archive, spending hours
cataloguing the hundreds of photos Barry takes, it began to bother me that
there were very few photos of him.
However, there are occasions on which it is possible to
extract an image of him. The first one here is taken from an image caught in Callum's sunglasses on a recent sailing trip.
The second is taken from Kat's sunglasses. Kat is Callum's girl-friend.
Sometimes, though, he is the subject. iPhones can be very useful! Thank you, Callum.