Some things that irritate me.
OK, enough of the vaguely-suitable metaphors. If anyone was watching, I pretty much abandoned this blog many, many moons ago, and it was only because I got the urge to bitch that I returned to these desolate plains.
You see, partly due to being the latest in a line of compulsive-moaners on my dad's side of the family, I can't help but see a lot wrong in the world. That sounds very deep and wise, but although I'm left-wing and hate Bush, war, etc., really I'm just talking about the little things. Anyway, unlike my dad, I tend to keep my intolerant, grumpy side locked away, because no-one likes that sort of thing. So, like millions of others, I unleash my inner git in online realms (see: forums, counter-strike).
Example #1: Girls who refer to their other half as "my man".
Now, I say "girls" because it appears to be almost exclusively the 13-20 age group of females who use this term, rather than women whose boyfriend would actually be a man. Anyway my beef with this is that it sounds unnecessarily.. well, possessive. Put it this way: If a male referred to his girlfriend/wife as his "girl" (or worse, "woman"), it would be immediately construed as sexist, no? Rightly so, as it is sexist, but it works both ways, y'know.
Example #2: 4x4s in urban centres.
A land rover, or similar, is a very good car. No doubt about it. They're great for, I don't know, bombing across rugged terrain, tearing through white rivers, or outrunning enraged grizzlies. But getting some milk from tescos? Come on.. not really necessary, is it. I've noticed the adverts don't even pretend that 4x4 drivers go near the country anymore. One I saw today simply depicted a 4x4 idling at a junction, inside was a "safe and secure" family. OK, maybe they are safe and secure. No more so than they would be in any other car, but hey. I guess keeping your kids safe in a fucking tank is more important than preserving the planet for the very same tots? Jesus.
It's late, and my supply of (admittedly mild) vitriol is running dry. Rest assured, next time the world angers me I will return with a fury so great it will shatter the keyboard. You won't see it, but it will happen. Oh yes, for the time being at least, L-Shaped Block will be a cynical and hateful place. Or I may just bugger off for another 18 months.