In the mid 80s a college professor told me a (possibly apocryphal) story about a male student who wrote an essay arguing that women were inherently less rigorous writers- using George Eliot’s work as an example of the epitome of said rigorous male writing that no woman could match.

It’s a braw warm 9 degrees centigrade the noo, nearly bikini weather

ATTN JEZEBELERS IN SCOTLAND:

Scotland hasn’t allowed that. Yet.

The SNP, if re-elected, have pledged to follow “international best practice” which campaigners here have taken to mean self-defining, recognition of non-binary genders in law and access to, likely, X mark passports. There will be push and pull from both sides throughout the process…

As someone who possesses an accent like Willie from The Simpsons crossed with Begbie, I cannot comment. By the way. As we used to say in Glasgow.

Mental. Glasgow is emotionally mental.

I mean don’t get me wrong there are people here who are against it (the wee free kirk needs to shut their fucking pieholes) but in general the Scottish government is just like: u mad bruh

Literally every drunk Scotsman gets the idea to just invade England. “I could dae it fuck the lot ae ye.”

You forgot:

Not much to add to the conversation here other than I once played the Platypus in a primary school performance of Wombat Stew, which is a pretty Australian thing to do, other than spend the day at the beach on Australia Day.

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