During the last election, if someone had asked me which political party I would vote for, without the slightest hint of hesitancy I would have proclaimed ‘Labour!’

Now, I’m not quite so certain.

I have no idea what direction Ed Miliband plans to take with labour, but I’m not sure I care. I have become so sceptical of political parties and politicians that I have altogether lost hope in all of them.

David Cameron succeeded in following all recent predecessor’s footsteps in following Rupert Murdoch to bed as a political play thing, hired a corrupt ex News of the World reporter, and allowed the MOD defence secretary to fund some strange unknown best man to travel with him to various meetings for seemingly sinister reasons. The economy has stunted in growth under his cabinets control, student tuition fees have tripled and he still has the gall to stand up at the Tory press conference and instruct the families of England to begin paying their debt. Honestly, we would Minister if you’d stop fucking us over and forgetting not all members of British society are bourgeoise-cigarsmoking-brandy drinking- mahogany bookshelf owning twats.

And I haven’t even started on Nick Clegg yet, the ‘deputy prime minister.’ I am not entirely sure what that title warrants, but so far I have come to the conclusion that it includes bringing Dave’s morning brew, bacon butty, paper and a morning dosage of fellatio.

Ed Miliband. I don’t have much else to say except that he seems adamant that David Cameron should be to blame for the sickophantical relationship that the Murdoch press and politics have indulged in in recent years, when he himself attended murdoch’s latest celebrity/ politician filled arse licking party.

I have completely lost faith in British parliament. It makes no difference to me which party wins the next election, because you can guarantee that their leader will be as sickophantic, patronising and useless as the knobs we have to put up with now.

Someone could surprise me, and I sincerely hope they do. However I am not indulging in too much optimism, as I am a British citizen and lately, that’s simply not how we roll.

- The title of an article I have just read in a monthly women’s magazine, I won’t say which.

The article, as you can imagine, focuses on the ‘type of women that have emerged due to the new freedoms that women can experience’- did you know that women can be successful and ambitious as well as being passionate and loving? I had no idea that such a complex person could exist! =o

Apparently, these amazing modern creatures couldn’t exist in past eras due to the discrimination that women faced. You were either a stuck up hard working bitch or a soft stay at home mum. What?!?!?! Excuse me but I am pretty sure a woman can feel a multitude of emotions and have a plethora of ambitions, whether that was in the 1920’s or a couple of hours ago.

Women’s magazine’s, or this particular one I subscribe to, doesn’t help women. If they’re not telling you to do bum clenches at your desk at work they are giving you gourmet cupcake recipes. If they aren’t telling you what clothes make your tits look nicer, they’re telling you what clothes make your arse look gargatuan.

“Be the ambitious but compassionate woman, be the skinny woman with an appetite for pretentious cupcakes.” Can I not just read about fashion and literature and good journalism without someone telling me what kind of awesomeskinnybusinesssuccessfulyummymummy I have to be?

Are you a type A woman? I don’t fucking know, I have a vagina and can feel emotions and live in the digital age so I guess I am - whatever the fuck that is.

         On the 4th May 2011 a wonderful and brave young man posted the video on YouTube, “It Gets Better” in which he told of the insults, taunts, threats and hate he received at school after revealing he was bisexual.

        He smiled whilst he spoke of the vile abuse he had to endure, until he spoke of his idol, Lady Gaga. From then on he looked positively radiant. “She makes me so happy. She lets me know that I was born this way. And that’s my advice to you from her: You were born this way. All you have to do is hold your head up and you’ll go far.”

       On Sunday 18th September 2011, Jamey Rodemeyer took his own life as a result of the immature and disgusting attacks from his high school peers, and online as a result of posting his heart felt video. One insult that particularly upset me was “some people used to tell me I would burn in hell because I am gay.”

      How on earth is our society, generation, our future generations supposed to develop, progress and become better as a race if our current generation cite such hate? Don’t they get tired of being full of hatred, spite and anger?

      It can’t. And that is why Jamey’s idol and source of consolation, Lady Gaga has announced that she will be meeting with Barack Obama to try and make bullying a hate crime. Racism is a hate crime and is illegal, as is physical abuse, so why isn’t bullying already illegal? It causes serious detrimental psycological damage, and in cases like Jamey, suicide, just like racism and physical abuse.

      Mental abuse is just as serious and as damaging as physical abuse. The old cliche ‘they’re only words’ is a load of bollocks. Words, language and the sophistication of communication are the focal point of the development of we, the human race. Society, technology, art, and the expression of emotion would not exist if we could not communicate in the way that we do. Words, therefore, are the centre of our society. Words which express unwonted and unjustified hate towards an individual or a particular race or group or gender or people of a certain sexuality should therefore be made illegal not only on the grounds that they can be psycologically harmful, but because they hinder our development and progress as a collective race.

       Bullying is, to me and to Lady Gaga and surely to millions of other suicide victims and victims of bullying, an act of inciting hate. Jamey Rodemeyer was a bright, unique, brave and beautiful person, and making bullying illegal can stop more beautiful young people from taking their lives as a result of needless hate.

The woman surrounded herself with nature. Her own constructed version of a perfect world. The room was huge. The floor was a luscious green, as she had had the floor covered with fresh living grass. The walls, however, represented reality in no way. They were decorated with swirls and splashes of vivid purple, pink, blue, green, gold and silver. The ceiling was a dark solid black, decorated with crystals of differing sizes and colours, so as to represent stars and planets. These artificial examples of astronomy were predictably motionless. The woman too, was motionless, lay upon her rolling hills of grass, staring into her own solar system.

If a stranger were to look into the room, however, they would notice how the green grass was littered with brown and grey lumps, some still with sleep and some hopping gleefully. The woman had also filled her world with rabbits. They symbolised something to her that the real world, in her opinion, completely lacked. Innocence.

The woman was also dressed to reflect reality in no way. She wore a long, flowing, magnificent dress made of black feathers, that appeared to shimmer green when she moved. Her face was covered in black lace mask, which only her eyes and mouth protruded. Her dark, lustrous hair spilled out over the top and flowed down to her hips.

She had not been into the real world for quite some time. She felt no need for material possessions, except perhaps her magnificent clothing, and she felt no need to interact with any other human being. Her rabbits were company enough.

Time. All moments in time will always have been and will always be. Each moment can be stretched, wound, frozen. Each moment can last forever, but last almost no time at all. Each moment will always be there to discovered, but be so minute it can be instantly forgotten.

Time. The fastest constant, and the slowest ache. Powerful, immovable, unstoppable. The speed can frighten you, excite you or exasperate you.

It is only when you remember that you can grasp each moment and examine it that time can become welcoming. The smell of warm honeydew and grass on a wonderful clear summers day, a soft kiss, the light scent of a lovers skin.

“We are all bugs in amber.”

Abortion, always a hot philosophical and political debate, has managed to pirouette into the latest news articles with its usual ease and grace, and bringing with it the spit and passionate yells of pro and anti abortionists alike.

The amendment to the current health bill, deemed anti abortionist, aims to give all women seeking abortions counselling from independent bodies outside of the British Pregnancy Advisory Service and Marie Stopes clinics. They claim the counselling will be unbiased and not influenced by any religion.

Unbiased is a good word to use here, because if the said abortion clinic counsellor people thingys were unbiased, they surely would just let the woman have the abortion, and counselling if she asked for it?

And how can these wonderful politicians dictate that religion will not have any influence? The counsellor may indeed be religious and enforce their anti abortionist beliefs upon the woman.

It does not mean that you are mentally unbalanced if you are going to/have had an abortion, and implying this by making women have counselling is immoral and a step backwards for women’s rights.

Isn’t society meant to move forward? Women have died to get women the rights they have today, I have had the impression that society continually becomes more intelligent and works towards equality the more developed it becomes. Apparently I am mistaken, society is becoming like a spoilt child heading towards ignorance and over indulgence.

I have been watching the series Life, narrated by the wonderful Sir David Attenborough, and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself.

One of the many justifications for men, and indeed women for being unfaithful has always been the old ‘it’s biologically programmed into me to have sex with lots of people.’ While that may be true with some animals, such as lemurs and other species, it is also evident that animals such as dolphins, lobsters and a type of bird which I cannot remember the name of, remain with one partner for the entirety of their lives. So this cancels out any theory of natural cheating syndrome.

Also, the general oppression women face is also blamed on natural order, in species such as japanese monkeys the males often beat the females if they get out of line. The male clown fish, however, is at the complete mercy of the female and dedicates his entire life to impressing and protecting her. So this theory cancels out any ‘natural’ gender hierarchy.

So if anyone tries to justify sexism with nature, just laugh and pass it off as general ignorance.

The words sung by Amy Winehouse. She was unashamedly open, everybody knew about her addictions and her personal life. It was and is an accepted fact that she had a darkness within her that was incredibly destructive; yet she was pushed on stage everynight, dragged to photoshoots, interviews, award ceremonies. I am certainly not blaming any of her family or friends, as a member of a family with a history of addicts- there is only so much you can do unless you actually tie them down and lock them away forcefully, which still does not work because the second you let them go they run back to whatever it is they were doing.

She was afflicted with the disease of addiction and the record company she worked for, in my opinion, exploited that fact and did nothing to help it. It got her the headlines and her wordcount in the gossip columns, she achieved status of ‘tortured soul/and or/artist’ which is just so chic. Russell Brand wrote about his addiction, and I read that the help he got was because his agent. Russell obviously wanted his career to blossom, which it has only because he got help. Imagine what Amy Winehouse could have achieved without her addiction problems? Imagine what every single addict in the world could achieve without being labelled useless and not second class, third class, but millionth class citizens. In order for addicts to be cured, they need a public attitude that appreciates rehabilitation and sees that potential, rather than ‘oh just another good for nothing scummy addict.’

If everyone treated everyone as just one of the guys, life would be so much easier.

Abortion. The ongoing debate that scientists and philosophers scratch their heads scrutinising and never really come to a firm conclusion about. The debate is usually centred around the beginning of life: when the foetus becomes a human. This tactic fails because there are so many different points this can be achieved. Many people believe that it begins at sentinence - the instance at which the foetus feel pleasure and pain, but surely it was at conception, as it holds potential to experience pleasure and pain? And if this is true, masturbation and contraception should be disallowed as all sperm and egg cells have potential.

That angle does not work. Another angle is that of sanctity of life. Women are expected to revere the sancitity of life as we are the givers of life. Surely if we have the power to give life, we should have the power to say when? If a woman is forced to give birth to a baby she does not want, the child will most likely be unwanted and treated this way, cause psychological problems and lead to a troubled life. it is surely the more moral thing to do to not bring people into the world under these conditions, and seems utterly barbaric to force a woman to try to love under duress. We should take our hats off to women like this, as they have the consideration and compassion to understand that life deserves quality, love, and nurture. To take this right away would be to reduce the role of the woman to child bearers instead of a rational human being with choice and autonomy.