Category Archives: Activism
Counting pennies for PiggyBankKids
DorkyDad is a professional fundraiser. You’d think given that I’ve now been married to him for nearly five years, some of those money making skills might have rubbed off on me. But they haven’t. I am completely unimaginative when it comes to fundraising. I hate doing silly things. I hate organising events. And I hate running. That rules out three pretty major income generators right there.
But occasionally a charity will come along that makes me want to do something – however small – to stick a bit of cash in their pocket.
Can I still call myself Green?
I have been having a bit of a political identity crisis recently, as I question whether I can still call myself green.
I think it’s possible to say that you are ‘life-long Labour’ or ‘a committed Conservative’ even if you’re never been an activist and all you’ve ever done is vote for that party. But I’m not so sure that the same applies to Greens. I think there is an expectation that being Green means putting the politics into practice.
Five years ago I was Green with a capital G. A fully paid up member of the Scottish Party, an occasional candidate, present at every committee meeting. I knew exactly what ‘being Green’ meant. It meant knocking on doors, delivering newsletters, carrying the end of a banner at a demo, street stalls in the rain, boycotting Nestle, working for an environmental charity, wearing anti-war and pro-renewable badges on my jacket… Being Green was about trying to make a better world possible.
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Let’s Talk About Sex
I know, I know. It makes me feel all squirmy and awkward to talk about it too. But sometimes you just have to get over that. This is important. It’s really important.
Project 52, Week 22. Proud
Well, after a morning of packing, we have just waved DorkyDad off on his first serious work trip for Save the Children. I am a little teary-eyed, and a little nervous, but mostly I am very proud. I can’t wait for him to come home and tell me what he has seen and learned.
Haste ye back, DorkyDad. We’ll be right here.
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