For over a year now, I have been asked on a near weekly basis How are you voting? Twice I missed out on BBC Question Time and was deferred from other political shows due to me not being a committed Yes or No. There was no room for debate, you were either OUT OR YOU ARE IN...much in the same way our mammies screamed at us as kids during the summer months when we constantly knocked on the door and irritated her. It was as if being undecided was a strange incurable disease that nobody could quite cope with, I was effectively the herpes in the room that nobody wanted to discuss. Then I saw the Better Together advert with the Scottish woman at the breakfast table. I laughed and tried to find which of my comedy mates made it. Now, I am a comedian and writer. I was totally convinced it was a parody. I had to search through hundreds of videos to find the original and was horrified to discover the one I watched was the original. Better Together really did pay for that. We really are women from the 1950s according to our Darling. A Scottish woman hand wringing over a cup of tea who couldnt remember Alex Salmonds name and called him That guy off the telly. Really? Did she get mixed up with Ant and Dec or worse...Michael Barrymore? You cant have missed his name, the important ones in Independence are called after fish. So at 1am on Wednesday 27th August I decided it was time to vote yes. I should have taken into account my anger at Trident, my fervour at never having a Tory in Scotland, my glee that we will always reject UKIP but at the end of the day it was being patronised by Darling that did it. I work in a male dominated industry and yet have never witnessed such crap hurled towards women in Scotland. I am a Scottish woman, I am politically savvy, I come from a long line of women who organised rent strikes, who fought fascism in Spain and who raised kids through sectarianism, drug addiction, abject poverty and world wars. Do not ever tell me how to think. I want an independent Scotland, I know there are risks but why cant we take the risks instead of leaving our bursting purses with the Bullingdon Club and asking them not to steal a penny when we leave the table? Ultimately my decision was based on two main things: 1. The way the Tories treated the sick and disabled by attacking them with ATOS. 2. That patronising advert that made my ovaries clench. Bring it on Darling, am ready and am not sitting in the kitchen wondering where to stick my spatula.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 19:59:15 +0000
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