Once in a while I take a day off and wander without any plan. I love
doing this as it's amazing what you discover completely by chance.
Despite having lived in London all my life I'd never visited Battersea Park
before so I happened to wander that way and by total coincidence
came across a huge bunch of people in the middle doing co-ordinated
dance routines all in high heels. And when I say people, I mean girls and
boys equally.
I'd inadvertently stumbled across the warm-up of Hope in
Heels, a charity run in high heels for children affected by AIDS. If only I had known I'd have taken part, especially as I enjoyed the Great Drag Race five years ago (that was an event for prostate cancer). There's always next year.
http://www.hopeinheels.co.uk/
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From the Hope in Heels website |
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From the Hope in Heels website |
It's funny how the men all seemed to choose sparkly silver heels!
It's silly, but it's a worthwhile event (and has the added benefit of teaching people to run in high heels, a useful skill for those of us who need to catch buses and trains).
And there's another type of silly. Like the cleric in Pakistan who has blamed earthquakes and inflation on "jeans-wearing women". OK, he's made himself a laughing stock, but it does show the sort of nasty rubbish freer people, and women especially, are constantly up against. This is not some isolated nutcase, you know; the religious family I come from are equally anti-jeans, anti-women, anti any deviation from religious dogma and their own arbitrary views. To them, transgender people don't actually exist: they are just perverts and/or people seeking to provoke, or mere mental cases behaving in a deranged way.
I love my jeans and leggings: not only do they mark me out as just an ordinary woman in the street like millions of others but I'm secretly glad to wear them in defiance of this nastiness and as a mark of freedom just to be.
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Being irresponsible and evil |
Sue x