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A Very Tired Feminist

I’ve been a proud capital ‘F’ feminist since I was 18, and I’m now 32. Back then, realising I was a feminist was a huge deal and it made me excited. It was a man who made me realise I was a feminist, because he told me he was one, and explained why calling yourself a feminist was a good thing, an empowering, positive thing. It meant, he told me, that we didn’t judge according to gender, that we celebrated the achievements of both sexes and that we were focussed on living our lives in an open, supportive and non-judgemental way. (read on)

I'm Good at This

I’m a freelance actor at The London Dungeon, now.

Run, slightly squidgy girl, run!

I love my sister. She’s kind of like me, but better. She gets it, and she doesn’t judge, but she does tell me when I’m being a tool. About three months ago she made me go for a run. (cont...)

I Don't Need Feminism

I don’t need Feminism
So, what’s this all about eh? It’s been popping up all over Facebook, what does it mean? It’s a bunch of first world ladies holding up cards describing why they don’t need feminism. The awful ironic trouble is that what they’re doing is actually feminist. Take some time to do what I did and read what’s written on each card: ‘I can take responsibility for my actions’, ‘I don’t need feminism because I respect all humans and not just one gender’, ‘I don’t need feminism because I support EQUALITY’. That last one really bit. Feminism IS the support of equality. I think it’s time to address the word. (continues...)

That's Not My Name

Hello. I’m Jade. I am not ‘sweetie, gorgeous, sexy, baby or darling’.

The Hen Party

Hen Party – two words that usually result in a Jade-shaped hole in the neares

I was totes emosh, obvs.

A blog about language

‘I was totes emosh, obvs.’
If I speak it, and it is understood by another, it is language. It doesn’t matter which words I use, as long as I know that my conversational partner can understand them. The evolution of our language is indicative of a culture evolving, and now that the world is so much smaller (thanks to technology) our language is becoming a product of the evolution of many different cultures, and now also times: ‘I was totes psyched to be able to Skype you lady, huzzah!’ This sentence was actually said to me once (online no less, technology, huzzah) and I loved it , mostly because of the lovely sentiment, but also because I realised that that sentence spans nearly 700 years. The origins of the word ‘Huzzah’ can be traced back to the 13th Century, with the word ‘Hurree’. ‘Lady’ is also centuries old and yet I am seeing it used regularly on my 18 year old niece’s Facebook page. Very young girls are now calling their friends ‘lady’ as a term of affection. It’s pretty beautiful when you think about it. Feminism is now using old language and the young ladies using that language may not even be aware of it, but it’s beautiful nonetheless. (cont)

Women Aren't Funny

Women are not funny.

So said someone to me at an Edinburgh Fringe years ago. I was not a performer at that particular fringe; I was not producing a comedy show nightly to audiences. She was. Yes, she. That statement was said to me (on Chambers Street) by a funny woman in the middle of her comedy run at the largest arts festival in the world. We were walking in a group with her fellow performers looking for a late night bar. Following her statement, I said ‘what?’ her fellow performers said ‘yeh, women aren’t funny: at least not as funny as men.’ In the spirit of putting things in quotation marks, my brain (and possibly my mouth) said ‘fuck that’. I went back to my digs and wrote 5 minutes of stand up. I am not a stand-up comedienne, but I wrote the thing, because I was angry. I was really, really angry.

I’m not just angry at people saying that women aren’t funny; I’m angry that it was a woman who said that women aren’t funny. I’m not just angry at people saying women can’t be funny, I’m angry at anyone saying that a woman can’t do anything to the same standards as a man. It’s true that stand-up comedy started in men’s clubs. A man would literally stand up and tell a joke, and then another man would stand up and tell another as a response or an adage. It’s stand-up because you’re standing up. That night in Edinburgh, I chose to stand up. (Read more, click cont)

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