Ageing And Heels

More than a couple of female friends have said that wearing high heels is out as we get older. I disagree.

In my sales and training years, I wore them all day, every day. No pregnant duck, I walk well in them even now, but have got out of the habit. Plus, the shoes I’ve not given away have never really been worn in – meaning the leather pinches horribly with some.

My home is a shoe-free zone. Any socialising usually means taking the train which means a two-mile walk to the station – unless I drive somewhere. So, wearing high heels is becoming a distant memory.

I even have pairs bought and never worn so I have decided to have some heel days.

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Is Starkey Racist?

In all honesty, I have no idea.

Based on the Grimes’ and other interviews, I would say he was not. What is in no doubt is that Dr David Starkey is short-tempered and seems inclined to be fierce with some who get their facts wrong. That he now has been careless with his own words should give him pause for thought.

But was he wrong?

Genocide and the slave trade would appear to be an oxymoron as money was paid for these poor souls. Meaning the buyer would want to get his or her money’s worth. Foul trade with millions dying, but – to me – not actual genocide in its given definition.

That interview had appalling acoustics and I turned it off the first time as it was difficult to hear him (not Grimes, whose sound recording was clear). Even on the second go, I missed the bit about ‘damn Blacks’.

Starkey, to me, sounded like he had enough of the seemingly endless nonsense from those Marxist BLMs trying to wipe out our cultural history.

I was and still am extremely angry about the destruction of this country’s history, warts and all so it is unsurprising really, for someone whose life’s work has been studying the history of this country.

Everyone whatever their race or ‘colour’ has moments of frustration and anger hitting out rashly, even without justification. I believe Starkey had some justification though in no way do I condone his words.

However, the same slapping down must also apply to the many – and I mean many – obnoxious (mostly women) from Black, Asian and Middle East backgrounds who continue to make appallingly racist remarks and are lauded and praised – by the very white people they are slagging off!

They get yet more paying gigs to spout yet more of their racist bile. Where is the fairness in that?

To repeat, every single person has at some time or another made eye-widening comments – including me – and also the people reading this as well. Not one person is immune from thinking or actually saying something that goes beyond the pale. (I bet that’s a racist term now!)

Context is everything – unless someone has a history of being troublesome, argumentative and just plain nasty. And I know of few of those who are usually the first ones to throw stones.

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Weird Stuff

Unusual Erogenous Zone

Something most unusual has been happening while trying to remove the black rash on my neck. Soap and water don’t (Argh! Only noticed typo several hours later!!!) work so I’ve been scrubbing with rubbing alcohol and/or salicylic acid. They do work but it’s a very slow process. Apparently it could be some kind of yeast infection.

And this is the odd thing.

Rubbing away at it triggers some kind of sexual or sensual response – during the evening ablutions as well as morning and midday ones. (No one could accuse me of not keeping clean even if the splodges look anything but!)

Actually, they have reduced considerably and now look like someone has tried to garrotte me several times and failed – leaving strange wheals.

Anyway, last night, I amused myself thinking perhaps in a previous incarnation I had died from some kind of erotic suffocation. Not that I would know anything about that!

Unwimped

Pre-caffeine this morning, I found myself finally getting round to assembling the new work desk.

Thanks to the lack of space, it involved lots of zen movements to avoid having some sharp end cut open my bare thighs. It also meant moving lots of furniture yet again so files can be reached, and  I can get in the room etc.

But – yay! Success.

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