But ... yahoo.com reporting that girls as young as 9 are asking the NHS to perform labiaplasty surgery has ... just about ... left me speechless. Bought up on a farm in rural Gloucestershire, I had no idea what a vagina was at 9. I think my mother probably referred to it as something else :), but there were far more interesting things for me to be doing at 9 than peering at my vagina. I wasn't a contortionist anyway and I haven't a hope in hell of getting down there now, but having my labia tweaked has never entered my mind at any stage of my life.
Paxman tried to completely out speak Jeremy Corbyn who took it all in his stride, even if an exasperated Corbyn had to say 'Let me finish!' too many times. Paxman seemed to tone it down a little for Theresa May, but managed to descend to the murky depth of name calling. Blowhard was well out of order. So, whilst I am on the subject of name calling Mr Paxman, boorish and windbag have just sprung to mind.
In these unstable times, our shrinking and volatile world needs us all to pull together and unite more than ever before. I hardly had time to mourn the implications of Brexit, when I became consumed with the US Presidential Election. I try never to publicly air my political views, particularly after receiving a post Brexit bashing after... Continue Reading →