Hip, hip, hurray for funny feminism. These satirical reviews of Bic’s new pink pen ‘for Her’ are the laughingest thing I’ve read so far this year.
I think I’m too earnest, a lot of the time. Not to say self-righteous… Funny is better than scoldy, right?
I care about things, though. When I was thirteen I cut out pages from a National Geographic photoessay on the Holocaust and blu-tacked them up in my room. I think my parents were a little disturbed at the picture of hundreds of shoes in a grey pile at Auschwitz, stuck on my bedroom door with a horrified, hand-printed caption, but they wisely said little.
I think I’ve just about always had a strong sense that The World Is Not OK, and it’s up to us to do something about it. I like having a job.
The other day I was struck by this wee animated talk on positive psychology, publicised by the good folks at Rubbish Free:
Psychology for a Better World. I feel calmer already!
I’m trying to absorb afresh the idea that people are attracted to happiness. I find it hard, when I see such appalling stuff going on in the world, and in myself, to resist the impulse to then act all appalled. And judgemental. And guilt-inducing.
In the face of child slavery on cocoa plantations, female genital mutilation, and even the average three hours a day Kiwis spend watching television, there’s a case to made for incredulous berating of all in earshot. But righteous indignation only takes us so far, so I’m trying to cultivate a more user-friendly approach to fixing the world.
I know a lot of you will have thought about this stuff more than me. I’d like your thoughts, please. Tips for changing the world without being too annoying?