Ah, the end of term is most definitely a time for celebration and what better way to celebrate than hanging out with my favourite people doing my favourite things!
As it was another incredibly hot day, I went for a light but bright and bold outfit. My dress is repro and I added a turban and hair flowers to top it off. I felt both wonderful and ridiculous.
To kick off the day, I headed to the V&A to meet up with Kelly. I arrived early so a mooched about on my own. Oddly enough, I was approached by a very desperate American tourist who was looking to get into the sold out Frida exhibition in the final few hours before his flight home. I couldn’t really say no so we took a whirlwind tour before I found Kelly. With my buddy in tow and my trusty V&A membership, we went from exhibition to exhibition and took in as much as we could.
Seeing as Kelly and I were both on our school hols, we decided to treat ourselves to the Frida Kahlo-inspired afternoon tea at The Lanesborough in London. The space was absolutely stunning to say the least and it was so serene – just what a tired teacher needs. Tea began with a palate-cleanser, which was a refreshing hibiscus concoction. This was followed by some really scrummy sandwiches. I particularly enjoyed the cucumber one and the guacamole one. Scones as always made us very happy indeed. Now, I’m such a stickler for good cakes and patisserie – I was slightly worried that this afternoon tea would be more style over substance. Boy was I wrong! Every single morsel was utterly delicious and if I hadn’t have been so painfully full, I’d have happily eaten them all again. I should also add that the service was particularly brilliant; from the doorman to the pianist, everyone was warm and courteous. Both of us left with big smiles on our faces.
After I said my goodbyes to Kelly on the tube, I moved on to Covent Garden to meet up with Jennifer. We chewed the fat as we always do and sat about in the sunshine. A few months back, we heard about a Hot Brown Honey show at the South Bank Centre so we snapped up some tickets. I never fail to have a wonderful time with Jen and this was no exception. I won’t give any details but the show was pretty mind-blowing. It explored race, identity and gender in such a thought-provoking and intriguing manner. Both of us cried, shouted and laughed in the space of two hours. If you get the opportunity to see it, please do. Afterwards, we took time for a drink and post-show contemplation.
Not bad for a Tuesday. I’m so grateful to have such awesome women in my life!
After nearly three weeks in Costa Rica, I can get back into my normal routine. I’ll be returning to my usual Sunday blog posts but before that I feel I need to get something off my chest.
For most of my life, I have bitten my lip and done my best to be polite when dealing with micro-aggressions. I don’t always practise what I preach, which I find really frustrating. If I find myself angry or upset, I tend to check with others to see if my feelings are justified – I often wonder if I’m going mad so I seek validation from others. I want to challenge this pattern of behaviour and that’s why I’m writing this today.
A couple of months ago, I participated in a discussion on pin-up subculture. After the interview, I entered into conversation with my interviewer which ended up being problematic. I cannot post the conversation because the interviewer was very clear about not giving permission. I am sharing my experience and reactions to the conversation. I am sorry that the lack of screenshots and quotes removes context and meaning but I can’t risk the repercussions.
I spoke to several friends about this conversation and now I feel comfortable enough to share my opinions on the matter.
- I never gave permission for my information to be shared outside of the interview itself and posts on their social media pages.
- I didn’t feel comfortable being approached about participating in a contest when I know that many others do not receive the same treatment. It’s unfair; it gives me an advantage (even though my name wasn’t mentioned) and others a disadvantage. How is it a fair contest if some people are approached and encouraged and others are not?
- I have the privilege of having the time and means to share my writing with the world. My ability to write is subjective too. There are lots of people out there who can write much better than me – they’re just not able to share it. Again, that is unfair.
- I cannot stand the how do you improve diversity without tokenism? question. Marginalised people are not a tick-list, we are not a bloody pick ‘n’ mix. It’s demeaning to be told that they’d like a south Asian one, a trans one, etc. I think I find this question so aggravating because I know people have written to organisers with suggestions of how to make events more inclusive. Alixis Lupien of Ains & Elke StyleHaus wrote a letter with a list of suggestions from banning the confederate flag to offering hair classes for more than one hair type. Listening to POC and other marginalised groups to create an environment of inclusion will have more impact than a token tick-list.
- I’m tired of performing emotional labour and having to justify my feelings. There is a wealth of information online – I shouldn’t have to explain why I feel uncomfortable or what you can do to improve diversity.
I know full well that this post will not make me popular (to be honest, I never have been). Some will say I’m being over-sensitive, some will say I’m being aggressive. However, in the immortal words of Audre Lorde: ‘Your silence will not protect you’. I won’t make things better for myself or those from other marginalised groups if I remain quiet and polite. Of course, I’m fully aware that there are bigger and worse issues in the world but I’m starting here. I can’t encourage others without acting myself. I have to practise what I preach.
Marginalised people do not have to be grateful for bones thrown to them. Marginalised people must not be tokenised. Marginalised people deserve better.
Thanks to several incredibly supportive friends for giving me the confidence to write this. We fight the good fight together.