WorthyOnTheWeb

There are a few things that you should probably know about me. Firstly that I’m the sort of person who will fire out a random social media post about any minor unimportant thing that annoys me. The second thing that you should probably know about me, is that if the mood takes me I’m quite prone to taking things too far, especially if anybody encourages me. If I make a stupid statement and one person backs me, I class that as a full blown green light to go and do the pointless thing I just mentioned. If I can get two or more people to nod encouragingly, I happily translate that into “the whole world needs me to do this”

A couple of days ago I tweeted that one day I was going to write a blog post about things that make me angry. Not the big, important, life changing stuff, the other stuff. There is a very long list of big important stuff but the ones that spring to mind are things like systemic racism, social injustice, sexism, the lack of support for victims of domestic violence, corrupt politicians, property developers stealing greenbelt land and the diagnosis and treatment of certain medical conditions. There are things on that list that I will roll my sleeves up and work to change. There are things on that list that I will help raise awareness of and there are things on that list that I will spend the rest of my life campaigning for, but this particular post isn’t about any of the big important stuff. After the things that have happened this year, I need to give me brain an hour off and avoid focusing on those big serious issues. I want to give my head a short rest from the very real, life threatening things that are happening to some of my friends. I’m giving it a quick pause from the terrifying things happening around the world and today I simply can’t bear to read one more toxic comment from people who feel threatened by there being more black people in this year’s Christmas adverts.

So now that we’ve established what this blog post definitely isn’t going to be – what is it? It’s me moaning. It’s a few paragraphs of self indulgent, opinionated, pointless nonsense about boring, day to day, petty crap that doesn’t really matter. It’s me whining online about the stupid things that annoy me.

The List

So here in no particular order and no categorisation is today’s list of unimportant things that have irritated me recently, starting with the thing that activated my pointless rant mode –

Spotify adding their own songs to my playlists. This is the thing that triggered my original tweet.

Like when you make a playlist with Spotify and they insist on adding extra songs to it. Petty nonsense, that can often be fixed by not being such a tight arse and upgrading from the free tier. I have lost track of the number of times I’ve sulked about this.

@WorthyOnTheWeb Twitter November 2020

The adverts make sense, they’re annoying but they make sense and so does the lack of skipping but messing up my playlists by throwing your own songs on there crosses a line. It’s like they don’t understand the whole point of creating your own playlists \o/

@WorthyOnTheWeb Twitter November 2020

Music is a very personal thing and the very best thing about consuming it digitally is that you don’t have to listen to any tracks that you don’t love. I was a teenager in the 80s so I started listening to music on vinyl which meant that if you didn’t want to listen to a particular track on an album, you had to walk over to your stereo, use the little lever to lift the needle, carefully reposition it over the gap before the next track and then lower the needle. Not ideal. Cassettes were similar and involved fast forwarding and rewinding to get past songs you didn’t like or replay the ones that you loved. CDs improved things because it was a lot easier to skip tracks, but you still have to get involved and then somebody somewhere invented MP3 players. For the first time I could easily make playlists for different situations and turn them into CDs. I made playlists that reflected my mood, playlists that only included a particular genre or let me tailor it to the audience in the back seat of my car. (I could make hip hop playlists that only included the radio edits so that my kids could sing along, minus the hoes, bitches and gun talk.) When Mr WorthyOnTheWeb bought me my first iPod I discovered that I could make playlists that only included the songs I liked. It was revolutionary. Playlists meant that I could create a soundtrack of artists I loved which didn’t include any of their naff album tracks that I didn’t like. I love playlists and their content is very personal. So bearing that in mind, you can see why Spotify deciding to not only make recommendations, but actively add extra songs that I’ve often never heard of to MY personal playlists activated my rant mode.

Loyalty card apps that log you out of your account and require you to input the numbers from your physical card to log back in. I’m looking at you Tesco and I’m side eyeing you too Morrison’s. The whole point of having the loyalty card app on your phone is so that you don’t have to carry the little plastic card. Discovering at the till that you can’t use your loyalty “card” because you agreed to let the supermarket spy on you with the app, instead of carrying a physical loyalty card is not looking after your customers. You’re on a yellow card Tesco, if it happens again – well technically nothing is going to happen, but I won’t be happy.

I also have a whole separate moan about claiming the points you’ve accumulated on supermarket loyalty cards. You get endless emails about claiming your points, but there’s often no obvious way to do so. Morrisons needs you to press something within the app, which then means that you can print off the vouchers when you buy something in store, meaning that you can’t actually use them until next time. Unless you want to spend them on petrol, which means that you can’t ever use them because you’re not allowed to spend Morrisons loyalty vouchers on petrol, despite that being how you accumulated the 15,000 points in the first place.

Online forms that let you spend ages filling them in when they have already logged you out without saving the information you just wasted 20 minutes inputting.

Customer service phone lines which tell you that the best way to get information is to visit their website. Trust me if I could have resolved this by visiting your websites I wouldn’t have wasted the last 15 minutes listening to Greensleeves / Olly Murs which is interrupted every 40 seconds by the same announcement.

Next on my list is yoghurt labelling and specifically the labelling of fudge yoghurts. I like fudge (a lot) but I don’t know how drunk you would have to be, in order to think that it belongs in a yoghurt. That’s a massive no for me. I am however willing to accept that other people might like it. I have no idea why, but these people exist and they walk amongst us. My issue with fudge yoghurts is that they’re generally labelled in a way that makes them look very similar to hazelnut yoghurts. On two separate occasions I have mistaken a fudge yoghurt for a hazelnut one. I am well aware that this is peak pettiness, but if you only really enjoy hazelnut yoghurts and find yourself with a mouthful of the horror that is a fudge yoghurt, it’s upsetting so it made the list.

Inconsistent clothes sizing. If you are a clothes retailer – you can’t just pick any even number between 4 and 20 and apply them randomly. There needs to be some level of common sense. The same person can’t be a petite size 8 and a size 14 in a different shop at the same time. We shouldn’t have to memorise what size clothes we are according to every UK shop and don’t get me started on the my top size is this and my bottom size is that thing.

Small Medium and Large clothes sizes. Those terms are fairly subjective but I think that we can all agree that a size 14 is NOT large. Stop it.

Customer service phone lines where you have to press 1 for this and 2 for that, which 3 rounds in, cut you off and make you start all over again.

Computer security software that runs a scan and includes not having the most expensive version of their software installed as a “threat”

Pay at the pump petrol stations that ask if you want a receipt, but never have any paper.

Jackets and blazers with functional pockets that have been stitched shut! If I get on my soapbox about pockets, this post will be longer than a dissertation.

People who leave rubbish in the bottom of supermarket trolleys.

Shops that never clean their plastic baskets.

Bra underwires stabbing you in the armpit.

Bra underwires leaving your bras and disappearing into your washing machine

People who try on clothes in full make up.

Supermarkets displaying things next to the exit so that you only see them when you are leaving the store.

Daytime television adverts of death that do their best to freak out elderly people by talking none stop about funeral costs. As a society we don’t talk enough about death but it seems that when we do, most of it is generated by companies using television ads to scare elderly people into signing up for life cover and being rewarded with a free biro!

Library books where somebody has written notes or underlined bits. That is not how you should treat books. Stop it right now or at least buy your own copy.

My tumble dryer turning itself off, so that I think it’s been drying my clothes for half an hour, but it has actually only been drying them for 30 seconds.

Apple changing the headphone socket and requiring either special headphones or that stupid adapter. (I know that I could go wireless but why should I?)

The people I live with stealing my Apple compatible headphones and adapters.

Mobile sim only deals that boast 99.9% coverage of the UK and offer you 30GB of data but you somehow only seem to end up with a 4G service when you’re at home slurping your own wifi. If you actually leave the house and want to use your mobile data you can barely manage a 3G signal, despite the very same networks not having this problem when you were paying them £50.00 a month on contract.

People in supermarkets who leave the freezer doors open whilst they look at things. It’s a glass door for a reason.

People unplugging the wifi booster

Those people who let off fireworks for days on end

That game the bin men play where they either hide your freshly emptied bin nowhere near your house or use them to create a modern art installation on the road meaning that you have to get hands on with everybody else’s bin just to get your car out of the street. Sometimes they play both games.

Using a phone charger and getting that irritating message from Apple saying that this accessory is not supported, which is basically them saying that I should have overpaid them for exactly the same thing instead.

Supermarkets selling you wet vegetables. I don’t mind food being bagged, especially at the moment, but if it’s already wet when you put it on display then there is something wrong.

When you’ve been sewing for ages, but the spool thread ran out 5 minutes ago.

Having legitimate paid access to a full Virgin Media TV Package, Netflix, Disney Plus and Amazon Video but not being able to watch old films without paying for it. Especially when the cost would be more for a single viewing rental than it would be to buy the DVD.

Grammar, when it matters and People whining about grammar when it doesn’t. If you want to misuse there, they’re and their on your personal Facebook posts, then fine go nuts but if you’re a professional organisation or you are communicating something official then you’d better get it right. If you’re a primary or secondary school teacher, then don’t even think about it.

Forms built with Microsoft Word

Excel spreadsheets that act the fool for no reason

Supermarket till operators not removing the security tags, leaving you to have an awkward conversation with the security guard as you try to leave the store, followed by frenzied searching for your receipt and an uncomfortable period of hovering around the door waiting for them to get the tag removed.

Crap wifi signal

People who let their off-lead dog run over to you when you’re walking yours and cheerily announce “It’s ok, he’s friendly” Yours might be, but mine isn’t! Get that mutt back on a lead or learn how to use recall effectively.

People that don’t pick up their dog poo

People that pick up their dog poo and then leave the bag. Not only is it disgusting and dangerous for wildlife, it doesn’t even make sense. The worst part of the job was picking up the warm dog shit. Carrying a sealed plastic bag for a few minutes and putting it in the bin, isn’t the bit that makes you gag.

Software upgrades that make the product worse than it was before. iTunes used to be great back when iPods had big round dials in the middle, now it’s a mess.

Products being connected to the internet when they don’t need to be. It was bad enough that I had to dick about with iTunes to add songs to my iPod but then they decided that an iPod touch was a suitable alternative to an iPod Classic. This habit of connecting everything to the internet irritates ranty middle aged women like myself and also means that there are lots of devices and toys designed for use by children and young people that put them online for no reason. The ability to game online is fine but it’s not essential and the default options almost always steer you towards being connected.

Streaming a film on Virgin Media and half way through it suddenly announces that it’s unavailable – ???

People listening to their own music on a bus without headphones. You are not a DJ, the sound quality is appalling and you’re getting on my nerves. Pack it in, especially if your music is crap.

Spam comments on blog posts. It’s even worse when you’re inexperienced and the comments are complimentary and make you think that it really was a brilliant post and that they’ll be checking on your site soon.

Twitter showing you tweets by what is most popular instead of what was most recently posted. It’s a great way to help users look stupid by letting them comment on things you posted a week ago. (Technically you can change it back but it always ends up back on most popular, especially if you flip between accounts)

Apps that log you out all the time for no reason.

Simpsons Tapped Out trying to make me spend real money on fake donuts to buy cool stuff for my fake Springfield.

Kids pestering you to buy very specific foods, that then sit in the fridge and end up as food waste.

Facebook Help, Has it ever actually helped anybody? Judging from some of the response dates to every single thread I’ve ended up looking at, they haven’t even tried in the last 3 – 4 years.

Buying clothes, football boots, school shoes etc for your kid who insists that they fit, rips the tags off and then announces a couple of weeks later that they didn’t fit. This will of course be after the school shoes have been worn outside or the laces have been removed and put in a different pair, the football boots have been on their feet just long enough to get muddy and the clothes have been screwed up in a laundry basket despite having never been actually worn.

Endless updates. Yeah I get it, mobile apps need to be updated but I’m currently getting over a dozen apps a day demanding to be updated.

Pop ups. I build websites and I’ve studied marketing so I know why you do it, but some of you need to just give it a rest.

Little kids running through groups of pigeons.

Facebook’s endless and often unannounced layout changes.

Getting an instant DM the minute I follow you on Instagram or Twitter

Getting Hi beautiful lady DMs from people I’m not even following on Instagram

Spam emails

Email accounts that work fine one minute and then don’t – ever again in some cases.

People who follow up an unsolicited email with another unsolicited email

When you ask for something specific in a shop and they tell you that they don’t sell them because nobody wants them! I’m right here trying to buy one.

When a cosmetics brand stops doing the only shade you like.

When supermarkets stop selling products you like. It took me a long time to get over Asda discontinuing their Whoopie Pies.

Craft magazines in plastic bags that don’t let you see the price or what you’re getting for your money. Last week I was in a supermarket and spotted a Sewing magazine which includes three sewing patterns. One pattern is for an ugly dress that I have no intention of making and the other two are still a mystery. You can’t read what they are on the front of the magazine because the patterns are in front of them and it’s impossible to see patterns two and three properly because the patterns and magazine are all inside a sealed plastic bag. After much bag fondling (whilst being stared at by security personnel) I managed to establish that one was something for a small child, possibly a sweatshirt and the other was some form of soft decorative item or cuddly toy. The teeny tiny print that my middle aged eyeballs had zero hope of reading, was eventually confirmed as being £9.99 after a considerable amount of sealed bag content arranging and verification by my teenage companion and their youthful eyesight. The tiny printing of the massive price tag, is technically a separate moan but we’ll let that go.

When music streaming services stop having the songs you’ve favourited.

Which brings us roughly back to where we started which was me complaining about online music platforms messing with my personal playlists. Thank you for indulging my desire to moan about petty unimportant things. It was very cathartic making this list. I don’t expect that this blog post will change things, but if somebody could have a word with Spotify, Apple, the big 4 supermarkets and whoever makes the decisions on yoghurt labelling, we could definitely halve this list.

Bye for now

Claire a.k.a. Ranty McRantface

I’m sat here writing this post and I currently have no idea whether I’m going to click publish when I’m finished. This blog is where I usually just spout whatever I feel like saying and then move on with my day but for some reason this post feels different. I have things that I want to say, things that I feel as though I need to get out. Usually when I feel like that, I say my piece and it’s over and I can move on. This post doesn’t feel like that. If I finish writing it and click publish I don’t know whether getting these thoughts out of my head will make me feel better or whether starting to articulate them will make me feel worse and I’m not sure that I have the head space today to feel worse. For those of you that know me in real life and have only seen my friendly cuddly side, the rest of this post may confuse you slightly, but the reality is that I’m a black woman and the events of the last few days have made me angry, sad and desperate for change. If I do decide to click publish then I’m going to apologise in advance for any lack of structure, rambling, racist language or use of the F word in the following paragraphs.

Right now I feel as though the people I care about the most are under attack and there is nothing I can do about it. The Corona virus is a new and unprecedented threat to life and racism is currently in the news but will probably have stopped being discussed by this time next week.

There are currently protests all over the world which were sparked by the murder of a black man called George Floyd. The video footage of his murder and the endless stream of media footage showing protests and rioting currently feels like too much. I can’t even articulate it, it’s just too much and the most painful part of this for me is that I don’t believe that George Floyd will be the last. We will feel this pain again because the conditions that led to his murder have not changed.

When George Floyd was murdered, that police officer was confident that his activities weren’t going to affect his life. When people question why people felt the need to protest, it was because a member of the American police force was part of a system that led him to think that killing somebody wasn’t going to be a problem. Imagine having a level of confidence that lets you think that you can slowly murder a man in broad daylight, in front of witnesses whilst being recorded and expect to get away with it. Can you imagine being that confident in any aspect of your life? How wrong does a system have to be that a member of law enforcement expects to get away with that? People ask why this murder led to protests, it’s because George was the latest in a long list of black people killed by the police. People ask why this murder led to protests in the United Kingdom, it’s because the British police have a list of their own.

There were protest marches this weekend in major cities including London and Manchester which has triggered lots of discussions on the dangers of meeting in large groups during a global health crisis. Realistically there is never a good time to hold a mass protest, but Covid-19 will provide a very specific talking point. It has already been established that the reinfection or R rate of the virus in the North West is rising. This was established during the week and on Friday schools in the neighbouring borough of Tameside issued email guidance instructing schools not to open their doors to additional children on Monday as a result. The images of large crowds holding Black Lives Matter placards, will ensure that the inevitable second wave, will be attributed to those attending the protests and all of the resulting deaths will have nothing to do with the increasing number of businesses reopening, people choosing to ignore the restrictions for other reasons or the fact that those shielding due to health concerns were told without prior warning that they no longer needed to stay indoors. Certain newspapers will be able to happily report that the rise in the virus is because of the black people. Let’s face it, sooner or later they were probably going to anyway.

Another ongoing issue with protesting is the fact that people find it difficult to separate legitimate peaceful protests from riots and looting and as the media generally focus a large percentage of their coverage to showing broken windows and things on fire, it’s easy to see how this happens. What seems less obvious is exactly who is doing what and why? One of the many positives of our phone in hand culture is that we are able to see stories that the television stations don’t see or see and don’t show for whatever reason. There is a video circulating on social media of a black woman in the USA screaming at some young white men who have travelled into her area during the protests. The men seemed to genuinely think that smashing windows and lighting fires was helpful, she had to aggressively point out that it wasn’t. She had to tell them that the area they were trashing was inhabited by poor people who would have to live with the destruction that they were causing. They didn’t even know the area. They weren’t there enacting violence that led from the frustration caused by the injustice, they just thought that they could come along and smash things, then afterwards go safely back to their own homes. The, lets be generous and call them misguided, young men turning up at protests and smashing things are not the only questionable group. There is footage of undercover police officers in certain areas lighting fires and there is also footage of people who have nothing to do with the Black Lives Matters movement turning up at peaceful events and escalating violence for their own purposes. Some to further their own political agendas and others to deliberately smear the reputation of others. Few Black Lives Matters events take place without some additional agendas.

The very name of the movement Black Lives Matter appears to cause confusion. What other reason could for be for people to constantly respond with the hashtag All Lives Matter? We KNOW that ALL lives matter. ALL lives have always mattered, but certain groups have chosen to act as though black ones don’t, hence the very specific reminder. The phrase and subsequent hashtag was created by Alicia Garza in response to the disappointing responses she saw on social media after the killing of black teenager Travyon Martin. When you write the words “all lives matter” what you are actually saying is that all lives matter except black ones when it suits us. Why does the world need to keep being reminded en masse that those with black skin have a right to exist?

The current conversations on race have encouraged lots of people to look for literature and films to help them learn more. It’s unfortunate that some of the film choices probably won’t help them long term. There is probably somebody somewhere writing a blog post on why The Help is a bad place to start.

As globalisation continues there is a danger that certain elements of British and American history merges into one for most people. The majority of people in this country don’t know their own history and the parts we do know, are often reduced to the highlights. Everybody knows that there was a slave trade in America, but most people don’t know anything about Britain’s role or the fact that some of the money spent building beautiful buildings in places like Liverpool and Bristol comes from it. Children are routinely taught about about William The Conquerer and Henry VIII, but very little about other parts of British history that directly affect our lives today.

Rich white people sailing around the world committing atrocities that benefit themselves is a pattern that has shaped the modern world and the gaps in our collective knowledge are doing nothing to help us improve. British people should know the part that Britain played in the shaping of the modern world and exactly how the empire came to be. When we look at the images of Africa we see on our television screens we see certain depictions on repeat, but we don’t usually see the whole story. I was surprised a few years ago to discover that Africa is made up of 54 different countries. As a child I just assumed that Africa was one country in the same way that England was. My perception was that it was just bigger and hotter and I know for a fact that I’m not alone in those assumptions. The narrative of white people saving poor ignorant savages is so pervasive that many assume it to be true. My shockingly poor knowledge of geography and world history wouldn’t be so bad if even a tiny amount of relevant information had been covered at primary school. The reason I now know that Africa is made up of 54 countries is because my child studied Africa as a topic at their primary school, although I doubt that European involvement in how that came to be is something covered outside of Higher Education.

For a long time now there has been a campaign to include the teaching of Black History as part of the curriculum here in the UK. There are lots of reasons why this is a good thing and not simply so that Black British children in the UK can grow up knowing their heritage it would also educate our wider society.

The problem with UK citizens having no accurate depiction of their full history manifests itself in two ways. Firstly there are huge gaps which fuels ignorance and also that people who want to know more end up finding their own sources, which often lack the necessary context. Although there are many similarities between the treatment of black people both in the USA and in the United Kingdom, you can’t just watch Boyz in The Hood and think that you now understand the finer points of racism in Manchester, South London, Liverpool or Wales. You have to know some of the historical events and be aware of social policy. If you don’t know what Liverpool and Bristol have to do with the slave trade, then you should. Local wealthy philanthropists were able to do great things for their local communities but people should in many cases question where their money came from. If you wonder why people object to certain statues, find out why? If you think that Windrush was several hundred black people from the Caribbean all deciding to move to England on the same ship for no reason, then there is a gap in your knowledge. The real reasons and the disgusting treatment that some of them and their descendants have faced since are not as widely known as they should be.

This weekend protestors in Bristol removed a statue dedicated to a local slave owner and threw it into the harbour. Some people are genuinely more upset about a metal statue being thrown into the sea than the thousands of slaves that not only ended up in the sea but which he was also financially compensated for. One very reasonable question being asked is why was there a statue of a prominent slave trader still on display in a multicultural city? It would appear that once somebody erects a statue it’s difficult to get people to agree to it’s removal. A compromise had been reached whereupon the statue was supposed to remain in place next to a plaque which provided information about his connection to the slave trade. Disagreements about the wording stretched on whilst suggestions were made and formally objected to. In the meantime the statue remained in place. The protestors took matters into their own hands and now social media is full of people saying what a terrible crime it was and how it’s a waste to throw a statue into the sea. Imagine being more concerned about one metal person than thousands of actual human beings stolen from their homes and forced onto slave ships. Hashtag all statues matter.

As a rule of thumb, rich people historically became rich off the backs of poor people and as a result there are plenty of poor dead white people but if there is a discussion about dead black people, this is not the time to start discussing dead white people. That is a separate discussion and if you feel strongly about it, as indeed many more people should, then you should start that discussion. This tactic isn’t unique to discussions on race. The “What about [insert bullshit here] Tactic” is common and almost always used when people start to discuss problems affecting marginalised groups. Highjacking discussions about the experiences of a specific group is almost always the wrong thing to do. When we talk about women being victims of domestic violence, somebody pipes up about the men who are victims of domestic violence. Male domestic violence is a terrible thing and the victims deserve support and recognition, but don’t highjack social media posts about women being beaten to death by men with an off the cuff “what about male victims?” Start your own conversation about male victims domestic violence. Write your own social media post. Don’t disrupt the conversation and take the focus away. In the majority of cases where this tactic is used, the people using it don’t especially care about the plight of the group they’ve interrupted the discussion to highlight, they just want to be disruptive.

A particular sticking point on understanding racism seems to be the idea of white privilege. I know that it has been explained time and time again but once more for those who still don’t get it. White privilege does not mean that your life hasn’t been hard. It doesn’t mean that your descendants haven’t been screwed over by rich white men. It doesn’t mean that you and your friends have never been targeted by the police. It doesn’t mean that your life has been easy. It just means that your skin colour isn’t one of the things making your life worse as a result of systemic racism. In other words however shit your life is, it would be worse if your skin was black. Lots of people are now in a position where they understand the privilege that their skin tone brings. Less than a week ago white protestors formed a human shield around a black man because the situation was escalating and they knew that the police would be unlikely to shoot them. Their white skin made them bullet proof. THAT is white privilege, what you choose to do with it is up to you.

Racism is generally more than what you think it is. Most people think that racism is the pointy headed white costume or the skin head with the swasticas variety. In most cases it isn’t. Those people are a very specific type of racist and that can lead to denial and confusion because most people don’t behave like that and therefore don’t want to be associated with them. Racism isn’t always as obvious. Systemic racism isn’t obvious at all, for most people it’s just how things are. When the police use profiling techniques that disproportionately target black men that’s racist. If you are found crouching in a strangers garden at 2am then it’s perfectly reasonable for the police to arrest you on suspicion of criminal intent. If however the police are looking for a five foot black male suspect wearing a tracksuit and they arrest a six foot black male wearing a business suit in a completely different area on his way to work then that isn’t. Now please don’t get confused and think that for one second I’m suggesting that there are no black male criminals because obviously there are, but the misinformed idea that the police only ever arrest people who are up to no good is simply untrue. Abuse of their stop and search powers was a very specific tactic for certain British police forces.

Schools are key place for educating our young people and encouraging an understanding of diversity but how are teachers supposed to emphasise the horrors of racism and operate a zero tolerance policy on racist comments when the Prime Minister of our country is on record openly making racist comments? That man is now responsible for those women, that according to him, look like pillar boxes and all us picaninnies with our watermelon smiles. The last election for me wasn’t only about policies, it was about the idea that in a multicultural society a person who made those comments could not only continue to work in public office, but was elected to run the country. Loving billionaires more than your citizens was bad. Slashing funds to public services was worse. Ruining the lives of the sick and disabled was almost unbearable so the racism was just a step too far. I didn’t and still don’t understand. I can agree to disagree on policies but I refuse to acknowledge that lies and racism are acceptable in a public servant.

Day to day racist acts occur all the time some are obvious but other things are low level actions and comments that people don’t necessarily think are a problem because they don’t consider themselves to be racists. When I was walking through central Manchester and somebody shouted “Black bitch” at me out of a car window that’s pretty straight forward, most people would agree that’s a racist thing to do and the majority of people wouldn’t consider doing it.

There are things that were once socially acceptable (to some people) that most now agree aren’t. Inappropriate comments in the workplace and widespread use of negative stereotypes all form part of the micro aggressions that people have to face on a daily basis. It’s nowhere near as offensive as threats of violence or racist language but that doesn’t make it ok. Often when it’s pointed out that certain language is inappropriate people start to deflect by pointing out that white people are not the only ones capable of racism. Invoking the “black people can be racist too” defence doesn’t make your behaviour any more acceptable it just means that other people also behave in an unacceptable manner. Yes of course they can and it still isn’t acceptable. We should all challenge racism whenever we see it. If you have a relative who still thinks that it’s acceptable to declare that they’re having a chinkie on Saturday night or that they’re going to the paki shop for a paper, then tell them. Make it clear that it’s not acceptable for them to say those things in front of you. I have. I left that particular person in absolutely no doubt that I wouldn’t tolerate that language around me and my kids. It’s genuinely not that hard. There was an interim period where the shop was “upgraded” to “the asian shop” before we eventually reached the enlightened stage of just calling it “the newsagents” I’ve also challenged the same person on their assertion that the asians at the cash and carry would try and rip me off, which may have come about as a result of a negative personal experience, but at the end of the day when one white person does something bad we blame them, when a person of literally any other ethnicity does something, they’re somehow suddenly responsible for their entire race. Just nip it in the bud. Don’t get into lengthy discussions about why they’re wrong, just make it clear that it isn’t acceptable for them to say those things in front of you. When enough people do it, most people stop.

Other excuses for racist nonsense include things like the fact that black rappers use the N word. I understand that some people find it confusing (it isn’t really but let’s pretend that it is) but that’s because people don’t see all the background that led to it. In the 1980s when rappers like N.W.A. reclaimed that term and released songs like Fuck Tha Police it was a response to the way that they and their friends as young black men had been treated. They made a statement and claimed ownership of a derogatory term that had always been used against black people. Overtime it’s use as a statement has been somewhat diluted to the point where it is now used almost casually by some people to mean black man. I once heard Samuel L Jackson interviewed where he discussed his personal feelings on the “N” word. Samuel is old enough to have lived through exactly what that word meant and the venom and hate it expressed when it was used towards black people whilst he was growing up. I’m not in a position to speak for him but based on that interview I would say that he shares my feelings about it’s current casual use. N.W.A. publicly reclaimed the word and used it to make a point. Fast forward and now we’re in a situation where we have songs like Freaky Friday by Lil Dickie featuring Chris Brown where he’s excitedly asking “can I really say the N Word” as though it’s some kind of treat [insert eye roll] The short version is that some black people say it. Some black people don’t say it. If you’re not black you definitely can’t say it.

A tip for people aiming to actively be better is if you have to check that your black friend / colleague is ok with it, then you shouldn’t be doing or saying whatever it is.

For example if your sales conference has a fancy dress element and your senior management team think that it’s ok for 3 white women to dress as The Supremes including wearing the darkest shade of foundation they could find (true story) then that’s a no and I’d like you to put that onto the list of inappropriate activities that should have no place in your organisation. Those women weren’t, and presumably still aren’t, racists. I didn’t think it then and I don’t think it now, but when one of them came and asked me, as the only black person in an office of over 70 people, if I was OK with it, I lost all respect for them. I didn’t think it was right but it didn’t make me want to ring HR and get them fired. My friend on the other hand was absolutely livid. I simply allocated it to the pile of “white people nonsense” I didn’t personally have a problem with them looking ridiculous, but what if I had? Was I going to be the party pooper that made things awkward in the office. If it happened now I’d say that it was up to them, but that I didn’t think it was appropriate, but in the mid 90s when this happened, I just shrugged it off. If the senior sales team had decided to go as Bananarama, I wouldn’t even have remembered most of that conference but they didn’t, so I do. Incidentally the worse part of that particular sales conference black face nonsense, was watching a tipsy Director of Sales also in black face, (presumably allegedly as The Temptations or similar) looking like the Robertson’s Golly in a cheap curly black afro wig, calling himself Leroy, waving an afro comb and attempting a Jamaican accent. Now that bit was racist!

Feel free to check the #blackatwork, #blackintheworkplace and #workingwhilstblack for other examples of how NOT to behave.

A few days ago social media was full of the hashtag #BlackoutTuesday, where people and brands posted a plain black image with the hashtag to show solidarity. I don’t know where the campaign originated but I do know that all the brands did their bit and posted the black image to show their customers that they stand against racism. In theory this is a good thing, in reality it’s an opportunity for brands to look good in front of their core followers and look as though they’re doing something to help. Now that it’s a few days on what are those same brands doing? Multinational corporations that still in 2020 sell creams to lighten the colour of your skin are trying to make themselves look good by telling us that black lives matter to them. Maybe that’s little unfair but the reality is that their instagram feeds don’t match their history and ongoing activities.

I feel very differently about the “real” people who chose to share those black squares and use that hashtag. In the grand scheme of things I don’t think it will change things in a big way but I appreciate that my friends and owners of small businesses are trying to do “something” I appreciate that they are open to the idea of trying to help, that they are learning about the issues and that they are showing their solidarity.

There are not many black people where I live, so I fully understand why it’s not financially viable for small businesses to cater for all my needs but what about the large organisations? Why do my local supermarkets only sell BB cream in pale or medium? I may be a minority but I’m certainly not a rarity. Rihanna’s Fenty brand brought out foundations for every shade and all of a sudden the major make up brands expand their ranges to show how inclusive they are. Those brands have been there all my life and I’ve been right here with this skin colour, so why have they only just discovered that black skin exists?

Many of you know that I’m more than a little obsessed with my hair and have been since my days as a small child in the 1970s, wishing that I had long blonde hair like the girl on Top Of The Pops. Attempting to care for afro hair with products created for those with European hair is at best ill advised, so I have spent all my adult life travelling to specialist shops to buy shampoos, conditioners and an assortment of other hair related paraphernalia. A couple of years ago Superdrug started to offer a limited range of afro hair products in their stores. I didn’t pay too much attention but the convenience of being able to buy products in my local town centre instead of having to make a 30 mile round trip every time I ran out of shampoo or needed a conditioning pack was definitely appreciated. During the lockdown I’ve had to get creative on the hair front. The bricks and mortar shops stocking hair extensions and afro hair products are all closed and I’m not allowed anywhere near a stylist, so my afro and I have had to fend for ourselves. At this point the fact that Superdrug’s status as a chemist and it’s previous decision to stock suitable hair products became my saviour. The black hair brands that they stock are generally not black owned but it’s a step in the right direction. The good news and best thing about the horrendous lockdown situation is that I’ve finally learned to braid my own hair.

So for those of you that made it to the end of my brain dump and want to know what you can do to fight racism and make the world a better place here are a few suggestions. This is not an exhaustive list. There are lots of other things.

• Challenge racism when you see or hear it.
• If black people tell you that something is inappropriate, then just take our word for it.
• Don’t take the concept of white privilege personally. We are where we are and you are no more responsible for your skin tone than I am.
• Make an effort to use people’s actual names. Giving somebody a nickname or shortening it to something you find easier to say rather than making an effort to learn their actual name is rude at best.
• Keep your hands out of our hair. This goes double if the hair you’d like to touch belongs to a child. Don’t, just don’t! If I had a pound for every time I had a stranger touch my hair on a bus or other public place I could probably pay for my next weave.
• Encourage diversity in your workplace if you are in a position to do so. I’m not suggesting that you run out and employ black people willy nilly or casually add black people to the board of your small business but could you do things to foster a more diverse workforce through internships, work experience or supporting existing groups in your local community?
• Recognise that you have bias and that it probably affects how you perceive the world.
• Don’t fetishise blackness (or any other ethnicity) Being told that you’re exotic is not the turn on you think it is.
• If there is a particular stereotype associated with a certain race, don’t buy into it, don’t perpetuate it and definitely don’t let it affect how you behave in the workplace.
• The featured image on this post is available free of charge from www.blackillustrations.com. They provide illustrations of black people for online projects to increase visibility and diversity.
• If you see the hashtag #BlackLivesMatter, do not under any circumstances respond with #AllLivesMatter. We already knew that all lives mattered, but people kept killing us so the hashtag was invented to make it clear that black lives were also of value.

I didn’t manage to do anything I’d planned to do today because my executive function decided to officially give me the finger and wheel spin out of the car park, which left me unable to do anything useful. I have spent most of my day grumpy and angry with myself, so tonight I decided to try and do something semi-productive by finishing one of my many draft blog posts. Whether spouting boring gibberish on the internet is going to help or not remains to be seen, but it seems like a fairly harmless way to take my mind off things.

Over the last few months I’ve been trying to rearrange some rooms in my house. In theory the task involves clearing out some stuff and moving some other stuff. It sounds quite straight forward, but it’s not. It should be, but it’s not. It involves some decluttering and decluttering leads to – well firstly drafting blog posts when you should be decluttering and secondly it leads to work that is physically and mentally draining.

Our house contains too much stuff and reducing the volume of stuff is a big ugly job. I have been a yo-yo declutterer for most of my adult life. I’ve never been on a diet but I am constantly planning my new slimmed down life with less possessions instead of kilograms. For our family there is also an issue created by fake tidying. Fake tidying is when somebody decides to clear an area by scooping things up and dumping them in a bag, box or laundry basket and putting them “out of the way” The problem with fake tidying is that none of the things are actually put where they belong. Old newspapers, the gas bill, an empty crisp packet, a letter from school, 3 CDs, an MOT certificate and a phone charger could easily end up in the same carrier bag.

Decluttering isn’t always a problem, for me it often is and most of that is due to the volume and the fact that, despite what my family think, I’m not the only person in the house generating the clutter. Interestingly I didn’t notice this until I started trying to get rid of things.

I like stuff. I like buying stuff, I like owning stuff, I have no desire to go minimalist but at present along with the things I want to own, is an additional 25 – 50% of things I don’t. It seems fairly straightforward just get rid of the stuff you don’t want but there are two big problems with getting rid of the unwanted percentage. Firstly the rest of my household and their refusal to part with things (yet somehow I’m the horder) and secondly that the things I want to get rid of are intermingled with things that I want and in some cases, need to keep. So that involves going through stuff and that’s the bit that can be a challenge. Over the years I’ve developed little systems to help keep track of special documents. I always know exactly where my passport and driving licence are but I will have a very serious problem if I need to show anybody my birth certificate in a hurry.

Manuals for household appliances I no longer own are easy to get rid of, but I’m the sort of person that keeps hold of wires because the chances are that the device it belongs to is probably still here somewhere. Unfortunately I’m also the sort of person that says things like “that’s a good box” and saves things for best, so I definitely have a bit of work to do.

Having fought the clutter many times (without ever truly winning) I made an executive decision not to do any more huge clear outs. I don’t have the time or the patience, so I just go through a box or a bag, as and when I’m in the right mood or the box is in my way.

Going through clutter that has accumulated over a number of years is essentially a way of reliving your past life which triggers memories both good and bad. Whilst I’ve been wading through boxes I’ve come across an assortment of paper clutter, some nice, some not so nice and some that you had absolutely no idea were still in the house. In the last few months I’ve found mobile phone bills from One 2 One and payslips from my days as a Postal Cadet.

Childhood Artwork

My mum wasn’t really an art on the fridge type of person, so anything I drew at home was kept for while and presumably binned. When I was a kid I drew constantly and often made art in school which teachers stapled to those giant boards primary schools have. Each school year children skipped out of the school gates at the end of July, carrying their pump bags and not much else. This appears to have changed over time. On the last day of term my kids stagger out of the gates carrying their pump bag, a school coat I haven’t seen since September and ALL their books, pictures, paintings and topic work. Fast forward to ten years later and lots of us parents still have a model of a viking small holding and an A1 sized picture of Elizabeth the First, which is stored alongside a clay model of a hedgehog they made in Year One.

At what point does it feel ok to put all their work in the wheelie bin? Please do not give me any gibberish about taking a photo or scanning pieces of my children’s artwork. Throwing away a sculpture my first born made at nursery but knowing that somewhere on my laptop there is a picture of it (that I’ll never look at) is pure BS. It is not a straight swap. Either throw it away or keep it, don’t make digital clutter and tell yourself that you won’t feel bad when the bin truck crushes it.

Photos

In theory I’m happy to cull some photos, particularly landscapes with no people in them. It’s a hill in North Wales, it’s a beach in North Wales, it’s another hill within walking distance of Rhyl in North Wales. I can part with those, but sometimes even stupid pictures of nothing good are associated with good memories.

Before the days of digital photography people on holiday took poor quality pictures with regular old school compact cameras. For some reason I have an entire batch of badly taken photos of a carnival in Prestatyn. The pictures have a strange pink tint and feature random people I don’t know, but despite the rubbish photos, I remember watching that carnival with my mum and dad. Compared to the piles of decent photographs that I fully intend keeping, the handful of random hills and 1980s carnival aren’t important and don’t really matter but they make me smile whenever I see them and in reality the space taken up by a few packs of regular sized pictures is nothing compared to the dozens of full sized portrait packs I’ve bought over the years.

Persuading parents to buy pictures of their child starts early. If you give birth in hospital and stay there for more than 24 hours, you are almost guaranteed to get a bedside visit from a chirpy photographer. As babies constantly grow and change, parents are always open to the idea of paying for more photographs of them. Along with the many years worth of my badly taken home photographs, I also have professional portraits from PixiFoto, Venture and a large assortment of other photographers. The quality of the photography varies but they were always better than anything I could have done myself. The packs were always arranged so that unless you buy a dozen pictures in an assortment of sizes, it feels as though you’re wasting money. You’re not, but it’s hard agreeing that you don’t want pictures of your little one looking cute, so you aim for whichever package lets you have at least one of each pose, which usually ends up only slightly less expensive than having the super duper premium package so you upgrade and then you end up with more pictures than you need. Fast forward a few years and you still have half a dozen tiny copies of the same picture in the original packaging.

School Letters

Schools produce an awful lot of paperwork and until recently most of it was physically on paper. My kids are generally quite bad at promptly handing over pieces of paper and I’m quite bad at remembering what happened to a specific piece of paper after it was eventually handed over, so as a result the consent forms / raffle tickets / sports day / parents evening / band practice / swimming letter usually disappeared into a mystery portal and extra copies had to be hastily signed in school reception at the last minute. Lots of these letters resurfaced recently – better several years late than never!

Letters, Threatening Letters & Business Paperwork

Since first leaving home as a teenager my finances have varied a lot and no matter where you are on the money scale it generates post. If you pay your bills on time, you get lots of nice friendly letters asking if you’d like a credit card. If you’re at the other end of the scale, you get a lot more post and it’s a lot less fun to open. Besides the vast amounts of financial correspondence I have always kept things in case I needed them, which in some cases is the right thing to do but when it’s old receipts and warranties for old washing machines then it definitely isn’t, but I’ve never really had a system for getting rid of paperwork at the end of its useful life.

I started my first business in 2007 with dreams of becoming a successful entrepreneur complete with a huge library of books on every aspect of business. The very short version is that I had a small shop which I opened with a big bag of redundancy money. The shop was open for a while and by the time I decided not to renew the lease, I had no savings and a damaged credit record. Closing my shop wasn’t a nice experience so I dealt with the things that were absolutely necessary and left lots of the paperwork and other general stuff in boxes, primarily as a way of saving my mental health until I had the time and emotional resilience to tackle it. Later that year I enrolled at uni and switched from retail to digital. A few weeks ago a lot of those boxes were opened and although it’s never nice to be reunited with old invoices or out of date threatening letters, it was nice to finally be able to dispose of them.

Unlike lots of the people on tv shows tackling their clutter, I have absolutely no problem getting rid of old newspapers or product literature from a decade ago. My problem was that I needed to keep some of the paperwork, wanted to keep various other things and the outdated product literature happened to be stuffed into the same boxes.

Confidential Waste

Unfortunately I’m an all or nothing person so once I decide that I’m going to get rid of something, I’ll insist on doing it properly and that includes recycling and disposing of personal paperwork properly. Hopefully I’ll never be bored enough to calculate how much time I’ve spent shredding documents with my ‘no more than 3 sheets at a time’ cheap shredder because I can guarantee that it will never feel a good way to spend that many hours.

Books & CDs

I still have lots of VHS cassettes and DVDs, which is not a big deal. Nobody else wants them and and it’s wasteful to throw them away. If I find a suitable home I’d be willing to part with them. Film isn’t a big deal to me, music however is a very different matter. I still have all my old vinyl, all my old cassettes and a lot of CDs.

Years ago Mr WorthyOnTheWeb bought me my first iPod thinking that I’d upload all my music to it and get rid of my CDs. I obviously did no such thing, which considering I’m now on my third iPod is obviously a good thing. I will always love my first iPod and the 8000 songs I had on it but frankly the idea of leaving one piece of tech holding my music collection is nothing short of crazy. Streaming is good, but it’s no substitute for just owning a physical copy of the album. For a start once you own it you can listen to it whenever you like, you don’t need wifi and it doesn’t matter if that particular track gets dropped by whichever streaming service you’re using. For me it’s too easy to waste ages choosing the right playlist or deciding exactly what you’re in the mood to listen to and there is something about being able to just grab a handful of CDs and get in the car that just suits me. I did once decide to get rid of some of the CD collection, but the tiny handful I was willing to get rid of made it a complete waste of time.

When it comes to books I am definitely a hoarder and I have a real problem getting rid of books. I’m reducing the collection, but unless I have someone to give them to, I’m probably just going to keep them. Not all of them, but a large percentage. When I daydream about lottery houses, they always include a library. (I’ll leave you to imagine me swinging off one of those giant ladders like Belle in Beauty and Beast) To me books are special, even though obviously some of them probably aren’t, but this special status I’ve allocated them means that I can’t / won’t just get rid of them. I’m willing to rehome some of them but that isn’t always as straight forward as you would expect. There are four charity shops within walking distance of my house and none of them seem to be very enthusiastic about taking books as they obviously have difficulty selling them.

The problem with books is that you end up with some that you haven’t read yet, despite owning them for years (and years) and others that you’ve read and won’t part with. I’m not sure whether that’s because I may want to read them again one day or if it’s because they remind me of certain times in my life. I have lots of happy teenage memories of buying and reading secondhand paperbacks bought at an indoor market on holiday in Rhyl. I loved reading as a kid and even more as a teenager. I still have my collections of Harold Robbins, Jilly Cooper, Jackie Collins and James Herbert. I also have the Omen books and of course lots of Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl.

For many people decluttering is a one off activity, for others it’s a loop we go through over and over. Some of the loops are caused by not changing the attitudes and behaviours that led to the problem in the first place and for others the loops are caused by only doing as much as you had to in order to live your life, before closing the door of the room you piled the leftover stuff into. It takes a long time to collect clutter and it can take a long time to get rid of it. The solution to my book hoard is that I need to build some bookcases but I’ve got a few more boxes to go through before that happens.