Author Archives: Natalie Bennett

An elder stateswoman forced to flee

Dr. Nawal al-Sadaawi is the elder stateswoman of Egyptian feminism, indeed world feminism – one of the first writers to expose to the West the horror of female genital mutilation and at the age of 76 still an activist.

Yet it appears (I’m aware that this is an Israel source and Dr Sadaawi is not quoted in it) she has been forced to flee Egypt after decades of withstanding fundamentalist pressure.

(And a nastily slanted piece in the Middle East Times – to which I won’t link although it wouldn’t be hard to find – appears to confirm it.)

Can a writer beat an agent?

… and just how much of a bastard can an agent be?

Those are the questions posed by a new play that opened last night at The Old Red Lion. My review is over on My London Your London.

My International Women’s Day celebration

Over on Comment is Free I’ve celebrated a few of my favourite women from history.

(I’ve also discovered that you shouldn’t use unnumbered lists on CiF – sorry about the formatting!

An astonishing outbreak of democracy

As anyone who is interested in these matters no doubt knows by now, the House of Commons last night voted clearly (337 to 224) for a 100% elected House of Lords. This was only an indicative vote; the Lords will have a parallel vote next Tuesday after which there will be further negotiatons and then a draft Bill, said to be likely to arrive within a few weeks.

But what does it mean? I’ve seen some euphoria about Britain finally getting a complete democracy, but there’s a lot of water to go under the bridge.

The Guardian says: “…much could still depend on what happens after Mr Blair leaves office. If Gordon Brown succeeds him, the fate of Lords reform may depend on his commitment to pushing this through before the next election. Last night allies indicated that he was prepared to pursue legislation either side of the next election, but Mr Brown’s appetite for a constitutional clash in his first years as prime minister may well be small. ”

Peter Riddell in The Times says: “Members of the House of Lords probably have three or four years before the tumbrils start to arrive.”

The Telegraph, which amusingly has the story hidden away on its web front page in tiny print (it can hardly be against democracy, but then it can hardly be against the traditional Lords either), says: ‘many MPs claimed the vote in favour of a fully elected Lords was a “brilliant” delaying tactic that would ensure there was no reform for the “foreseeable future”.’

Simon Carr in the Independent notes: “Gerald Howarth made the bravest point of the day: getting rid of the hereditary peers would expose the Queen as the only hereditary office holder in the country.”

Interesting political times when we are looking at a coronation in the Labour Party soon…

A simple mechanical apparatus (or naming and shaming…)

Cycling up Upper Street and the Holloway Road last night, I had cause to muse on a new gadget with which every bicycle should be equipped: a small slingshot on the handlebars, which could be loaded with a rotten tomato, a mouldy orange, or, for days when you’re really in a bad mood, a rotten egg.

It should have a simple trip switch fling forward the item, to land with a satisfying and messy thud against the windows of drivers who decide to turn left straight across your path.

I had that happen to me twice on Upper Street – once by a woman in a newish Volvo with no identifying marks, and once by one of the over-branded Foxton’s Minis, who forced me particularly dangerously on to an uneven stone decorative strip across the entrance to the convention centre. If you’re going to indulge in such branding, perhaps you also need to train your staff not to behave in such a manner.

The same message goes to Marks & Spencer – one of whose truck drivers was behaving like a thorough road hog a bit further up Holloway Rd – that I was stopped in a line of traffic in the middle lane (the left lane being left-turn only) appeared to infuriate him, and he sat behind me revving the engine, then when we took off tailgated me, still revving idiotically, for a couple of hundred metres up the road. His M&S id was JLL 0988 ENFI, should anyone from the firm be reading…

Drumroll please…

Over on The Greatest Blog You’ll (Probably) Never Read (hopefully now a misnomer!), is the Carnival of Feminists No 33, and a spectacular carnival it is too. Carly has done a great job, starting with the biggie “what is feminism?”, venturing through serious (the death of a Pakistani activist), the delightful (that scrotum debate – what else can you call a dog’s balls?), and the “reassuring” (Ten out of Ten Bears Prefer Beef Fat to Menstrual Blood).

Don’t waste time here – go over there and check it out!

(But when you’ve finished that, probably a few hours later, you might also like to visit Scientiae Carnival Number 1, addressing issues around gender and science/engineering.)