Dear NSPCC,

Using the Pride colours in your logo means nothing if your support for the LGBTQ+ community does not extend to everyone within it.

You had an opportunity to show that you are there for all children, including those who are trying to figure out their identity. Instead you gave into a vocal, bigoted minority. You put your fear of losing donations for your charity before the children who would access your services, yet all you have done is ensure that people like myself who have supported you for a long time, won’t give you a single penny until you prove that you truly are committed to fighting for every childhood, including those of trans children.

A short post on my first impressions of She-Ra and the Princesses of Power.

Four year old me thought She-Ra was a badass. Thirty seven year old me thinks that the new She-Ra is also a badass and four year old me would have loved her too.

Some people have moaned about how the new She-Ra and the other characters look and about “diversity” but you know what, forget them. This incarnation of She-Ra is not aimed at those of us who remember the original, although we can still watch it, of course. There are nods to the original, prime example being the way the Netflix logo at the start of the cartoon references the old Filmation intro that heralded the start of their cartoons, but other than that, it’s a complete 21st century production. Plus, the original was first broadcast over thirty years ago, times have changed a lot, including attitudes.

If there is one thing I have a gripe with, it’s the way that Catra looks like a lost character from Thundercats, but apart from that, it’s all good. And the original She-Ra (and also He-Man) episodes are on Netflix as well if you want to watch them again.

Here’s the trailer for the new version:

And here’s the original opening theme. Posted purely for the nostalgia:

 

Hibernate

I feel like I should be in bed all the time. I’d be happier if I was. I swear we would all be happier, healthier and less likely to be dicks to each other if hibernation was a thing that humans did. I mean, look at Donald Trump (or The Fart, as he is known in my house). There’s a guy in need of a very long nap. It might make him a nicer person – Ok maybe not entirely, but it might at least make him want to ditch the bad hair, fake tan and vile rhetoric. The Brexiters on social media could benefit from a long lie in too. Being a hateful person must be exhausting, musn’t it?

Resigned to it.

Nearly every day when I’m at work, I end up writing my resignation letter in my head. This usually happens when I’ve had to deal with a particularly annoying client, or when my manager’s having a strop and decides to take her stress out on someone (usually me).

One day I’ll end up writing the resignation letter for real. I just hope that I have that opportunity sooner rather than later.