The devil wears Prada

Apt title – a story by a woman about women for women chosen as the title of a blog by a woman about women (born as, that is; no other kind exists). 

I’ve been pretty brutal in previous blogs about some of my fellow women: a venerable rouge’s gallery of wannabees, neverbees, shouldnabees and wokerbees. Think (because they tend not to) Vennels, Markle, Rayner, Abbott, Rose, Maitlis, Van der Liar, Ardern, Dick, Sturgeon, Hale, Miller, May, Gay, plus one or two you’ve never heard of, and I wish I hadn’t either.

In part, I’ve been brutal because they are women and they should know better, or they only got to where they did get because they tick a DEI box.

I’ve heaped praise on others, mind: Maggie being first and foremost. And today, I’m going to shine a light on a few others. What they have in common is their bravery. They boldly go where few men would dare to go.

First up, J. K. Rowling. She’s going head-to-head with bottom-feeding Humza Yousaf and all the other women-hating, paedo-loving nasties out there. I didn’t used to be a fan of JK. I read the first few pages of one of her Harry Potter novels and gave up. I struggled through her Casual Vacancy because it was a gift from a friend and was about the death of a parish council chairman, something about which I was fantasising at the time. She’s also left-of-centre, and I’m not, or haven’t you noticed. But given her defence of vulnerable women and girls, she deserves a Damehood ahead of anyone else. She’s lost a few friends because she’s stuck by her principles, but I’ve also got that T-shirt and wear it with pride.

Can’t praise JK without also worshipping Dr Hilary Cass, another brave defender of science and commonsense who should be on the Honours List. She faced down quacks, cons and the clueless to publish a bible of truths as self-evident as 1 + 1 = 2.

The next combat medal goes to Alex Phillips (GB News), who’s shouting out what she perceives to be a downside of uncontrolled immigration. She’s not zipping it in the face of some non-British men with non-British values thinking it’s fine to all-but unzip anywhere and to anyone that takes their fancy. The fact that some British men are guilty of equally horrendous behaviour is not a reason for Alex to keep schtum when she sees what she sees and hears what she hears and it somehow feels more threatening than it used to be. If she’s wrong, then meet her head on with facts…….…. I’m waiting ……….

I suppose I should credit me myself I for daring to speak not unkindly of the water industry, but I’ll save my kudos for the two ladies who posted on social media about how they’re proud to work for Thames Water, and they allude to the unfair media coverage that’s exacerbating an already difficult and complex situation. Some might say that working for the water industry is on the same moral playing field as crossing a picket line. I wouldn’t disagree with that, on the grounds that you can either save lives by crossing a hospital picket line, or you can kill people by manning a hospital picket line.

Liz Truss might be a strange choice for admiration, but you have to admit she’s got a pair, unlike the little men in muddy suits sporting white feathers who engineered her downfall. Accused of single-handedly ruining the British economy, and being the shortest serving British Prime minister ever, she would be forgiven for accepting early retirement and taking up knitting. But no. She’s published her memoirs and is putting herself out there in pursuit of what she believes to be nation-saving policies. An increasing number of commentators are admitting that her mini budget wasn’t as economically illiterate as claimed at the time. Perhaps that’s what’s driving her – vindication.

Vindicated are indeed the hundreds of sub-postmistresses (and masters, but this blog is about the ladies). One lady who deserves accolades is Seema Misra. She was sent to jail while eight-weeks pregnant and began her sentence on her son’s tenth birthday. How she and her family survived I have no idea. Today she speaks politely and with dignity. Some say if she were that dignified, and to laud it over the supposedly Christian Vennels, she should have accepted the apology from the PO MD. Absolutely not. His apology was in relation to an email he sent congratulating his team on securing Seema’s jail sentence, and he’s apologised only because his email might have been read as congratulating his team on securing Seema’s jail sentence. Seema wants an apology for her son whom she was carrying during her four-month incarceration. Course she does. She’s a wonderful, brave, mum.

I was about to post this blog but then news broke of the sickening knife attack in Sydney. The hero of the piece is a female police officer, Inspector Amy Scott, who saved countless lives by single-handedly confronting and disarming (i.e. shooting dead, but whatever it takes) the murderer. And Ashlee Good, one of the victims thought only of her baby daughter and tried to take her to safety. Too sad.

Also too sad is the situation in the Middle East, the fate of innocent Palestinians in Gaza hindered by the West’s support for their Hamas despots. It takes a brave person to criticise these loud (and ugly) voices. One such brave person is actress Maureen Lipman. She distanced herself from 2,000 of her fellow luvvies by denouncing their effective support for Hamas and atrocities against Jews. In fact, she called them fascists, which was very brave of her. But then Maureen is a Jew, for whom ‘brave’ is the ubiquitous middle name. She didn’t pull her punches when she said that anti-Semitism was a light-sleeper and that it was unfashionable to admire the Jewish state. Brave people don’t do fashion; they do truth.

Indeed fashion is, by definition, transient and superficial, and it’s the devil who wears Prada. It’s the devil who chants ‘from the river to the sea’. It’s the devil who sacrifices women and girls on the altar of multiculturism and gender ideology. Screw the devil. I stand with Israel. I stand with women and girls. I stand with traditional British values and the bulldog spirit, currently slumbering but at least out of hibernation since 23rd June 2016. I speak my mind, that’s for sure, but venting on a little blog is no big deal compared with the audiences available to Rowling et al. Jealous? Moi?

Hell yeah!