The law of the jungle

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You’ve probably heard by now, but Cecil the lion was murdered. Don’t lie to me and say that you knew who that was before this week, I didn’t for sure. Another person I’d never heard of either, an American dentist called Walter Palmer, allegedly killed Cecil. This happened at the beginning of July, but this week the news exploded on the internet. Twitter and Facebook, and all of the news sites, were swamped with information, so if you want to you can look the now extremely famous Cecil and Walter up.  Walter, a keen hunter who has bagged several different species of wild animal went to Zimbabwe expressly to shoot a lion. He paid (allegedly knowingly bribed) $50,000 to kill one of Africa’s most famous and iconic lions: Cecil was one of the main attractions at the Hwange national park. When he was found he had been decapitated and skinned. Cecil had been lured outside of the safety of the national park using bait, and then shot with a bow and arrow. A group of hunters then tracked him for forty hours before killing him with a rifle. The hunters are claiming they did not realise that Cecil was an important creature. But they certainly did not miss the GPS tag around his neck (Cecil was part of a significant scientific project run by Oxford University) and tried to destroy the tag. Now that Cecil, who was the head of the pride, is dead there will be a leadership struggle between the other male lions to see who should take over, part of that process will be when the remaining male lions kill the six lion cubs that Cecil had recently fathered in order for the bloodline to change.

When I first read this story this week it made me feel disgusted, and I know I’m not alone. But, here’s the thing, it doesn’t really matter if Cecil was a well known lion or not, that part is irrevelant. What is relevant is the ignorance, arrogance and brutality that these acts display. Hunting lions is legal in several countries in southern Africa, but groups must obtain a valid permit from authorities. The money raised from selling permits helps the conservation efforts of the species. About a century ago there were 200,000 lions but that figure has dropped to less than 30,000. The reality is that shooting lions is like shooting fish in a barrel. Lions are big lazy cats, and are not the maneaters that the movies portray them as. You’re more likely to be hurt by a frustrated lion in a zoo than be in any danger in the wild. The plain fact is that even I, if I wanted to, could take a gun and kill a lion, it doesn’t take any skill or bravery.

What does take effort, and intelligence is the development of a resistant conservation programme for lions and the other wild and endangered species across the world to be enabled to breed and live in their own natural environments without humans wanting to kill them for entertainment. Walter is not the first person to be outed for slaughtering an endangered animal, I can think of a few Spanish people who have been in the news, the previous King Juan Carlos for example. And consider this: is there any real difference between killing a lion and a cow? Perhaps we should remember to be as outraged at the factory farming industry as we are at the death of Cecil.

It is possible that Walter Palmer will be extradited to face charges of bribery, (not for killing an endangered animal) and two other people involved in the hunt have already been arrested and face lengthy jail sentences. What did this man think he was going to get out of his hunt? I haven’t read anywhere about Walter enjoying a bowl of lion soup. No, he’s got his trophy skin, and lot more than he bargained for as well. But that my friend is the law of the jungle, and perhaps this is the turning of that particular tide.

BY Vicki McLeod

 

 

Are you sitting comfortably?

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You know it’s a good sign when businesses are launching themselves in your island. A couple of weeks ago I had the good fortune to be at the Pouf Daddy launch. Cute name huh? The business is owned by Steve Crompton and Ben Sowton and supplies contemporary designer ‘flexible furniture’ for indoor and outdoor use.  Or beanbags to you and I. But not just any old beanbags, they are the “Daddy” of beanbags, and mighty comfy too.

Both of the owners of Pouf Daddy are Mallorca residents and have many years of experience in the events, restaurant, design and music industries as well as being  passionate sailors.  They came up with their business idea after noticing a gap in the furniture market for products which are comfortable, durable, stylish, and fun. “We started our business from scratch and designed our range of beanbags, including ones for babies and dogs” said Ben, “It’s fitting that the bespoke part of the Pouf Daddy range is made here in Mallorca as this is designed specifically for the Marine industry”.  The other beanbags feature a variety of quality fabrics, including linen, velvet, denim and faux leathers with a wide choice of colours. “We have been instrumental in the development of the business every step of the way which makes us even more proud of the reception it received at our launch party”, concluded Steve. “We want everyone to have fun with our creations; they are extremely comfortable, both for the bottom and for your wallet”. All of the beanbags will be available to purchase online at www.poufdaddy.com.

What excites me about the range is not only a new business for Mallorca, but it seems to have been designed to fit in with the kind of lives we lead here. I like the innovative approach, and the user friendliness of the designs, they look funky, and they look hardwearing. AND their beanbags float in swimming pools for crying out loud, why hasn´t anyone thought of that one before? Wunderbar, good luck chaps, I hope you make a big success of your new venture.

 

 

 

 

 

I can’t get no sleep.

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The weather has put a spell on us. People who once were rational, and reasonable cannot stand to be in a conversation. Tight lipped smiles from receptionists and cashiers, brightly voiced telephone marketers, fellow sweaty motorists: they are all having to take the brunt of our unhappiness. Everyday everyone speaks about the weather. Will it ever break? Have you heard there is another heat wave on the way? Did you hear about the temperatures in Madrid? Everyone’s hair is frizzy. The air con, if you have it, has given you a cold, so you have heat exhaustion and a runny nose. No one has an appetite, not for food, nor work. The heat has removed all ambition or purpose. Hey Speedy, what’s the hurry?

As the sun goes down so should the temperatures. But not in our stone walled house. Like a pizza oven it conserves the heat long past sunset. The coolest place to be is on the streets, or in the village pool. We read that beer is almost as good at rehydrating as water, this is good news for local custom so ice cold cañas all round.

Deep in the night, when the air should have cooled it is still as thick as treacle. Hardly anyone is sleeping. Instead we lie under fans like goldfish out of their bowls, gasping for air. Even the lucky ones that sleep comes to are being conned. It’s a fitful, fretful version of sleep, like a colicky baby. We wake, we turn, we drink some water; we cannot bear to touch the clammy skin of our bed partners. We shower and return to bed dripping with water, thrilled that for a few minutes we will find relief as the air from the fan blows across our dampened skin. Then we sleep again, a little. We wake, we turn, we sleep. Sometimes we dream. But the dreams are confused, anxiety dreams of losing children, or missing a train dressed only in our underwear.  When we wake, emerging from a dark water pool into the morning we are wet through. When we rise we leave behind salty traces on the bed sheets where our limbs once were.

Impossible to believe that three months ago we had electric blankets and heaters on. The jumpers and long trousers are folded up away in a cupboard, guarded by mothballs and plastic wrappers.  It seems so long ago.

http://www.mallorcamatters.com

By Vicki McLeod

Lifelong Learning 

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I’ve lived and worked on our beautiful island for almost eleven years. When I first moved here I could barely speak Spanish, let alone Catalan. Now more than a decade later, depending on who I am speaking to, I can “get by” in most conversations. But I can understand more Spanish than I can reply, and boy is that frustrating when I want to complain about bad service or tell a joke. I want to be better at languages, and try to get some understanding of Catalan, and I don’t accept that common myth that it’s “harder for the Brits” to speak a language, we just don’t have the same compunction to learn.

Aside from the obvious benefits of learning to speak a language fluently there are additional health benefits that I would enjoy whilst I am learning.  By taking in new information I would also improve my cognitive functions, my brain would strengthen becoming faster and more flexible: as if I was taking my little grey cells for a workout at the gym. My memory would improve as a result and I could delay the onset of Alzheimer’s disease.  As a result of learning a new language it also means my ability to express myself in English will improve. It sounds counter intuitive but it´s been proven that as you focus on one language and its abstract concepts of grammar you also apply your new understanding to your existing mother tongue.

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But how will I achieve this? Especially when time is of the essence: I don’t have much free time to spare. I’ve studied Spanish off and on over the last decade with mixed results. Why haven’t I just “absorbed” Spanish the way that some friends of mine have done. I think partly it is because of the work that I do: I produce thousands of words in English every week, so how am I going to break out of this pattern and finally go from “frustrated beginner” to “UN translator” although I would settle for “advanced and completely competent”. And perhaps I just haven’t given it enough of a go yet. Glossolalia, a language school based in Palma, say that it’s normal to learn a thousand words in one week on one of their courses, but then they don’t teach in the conventional way. Their courses are guided by the results of advanced psychological studies in how we learn. The secret they say is to apply the techniques of “Super Learning” by using a method called “Suggestopedia”. A Bulgarian psychologist called Georgi Lozanov pioneered the method in the Seventies. Key differences to conventional teaching have to be followed. The physical surroundings and atmosphere in the classroom are vital factors to make sure that the students feel comfortable and confident, and various techniques, including art and music, are used by the trained teachers. In order to help the student remember the information it is delivered in several different ways: repetition in active and passive ways, with reinforcement through the use of different sorts of games in a comfortable setting. The Glossolalia method uses classrooms with audio-visual aids, comfy chairs, physical activities, excursions out for lunch and trips, role-playing games, memory training, speech therapy exercises and linguistic exercises.

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Comfy chairs? I’m in!

 

Once upon a time I was confident that I would be able to speak Spanish fluently, whenever I am asked by a Spanish speaking person how long I’ve lived here I want to lie because my language skills should be spot on by now, surely? But I’ve decide that it’s not time yet to give up on my ambitions. It’s got to be worth a shot. I want to stop feeling embarrassed about my language skills and hold my own down the pub. And the doctors. And the post office. And at my daughter’s school, my workplaces, the garage… you get the idea? You can follow my efforts at www. mallorcamatters.com and get more info about their super learning techniques at www.glossolalia.com

By Vicki McLeod

A Table for 100

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It’s quite a simple idea really: you get a hundred people to come to a fundraising event and charge them each a hundred euros for a ticket, then bingo you’ve raised ten thousand euros. That’s the concept of “A Table For 100”. But it only works if every single thing that is used is donated and nothing has to be bought. That’s been the mission for the organisers of the event since its inception three years ago. And so far, so good. The event is supported by several businesses which supply the nautical industry and over the years they have donated literally thousands of euros worth of food, drink, time and expertise. Businesses ranging from the big to the small all pitch in, businesses such as Tianna Negre, the bodega, or Nautipaints, the superyacht paint company, and individuals such as the entertainer Aaron Reece who has been involved from the get go.

“A Table for 100” was the idea of Jeff Harter, he is a private chef who lives and works in Mallorca. After a conversation with Helen Pitt, a former colleague and breast cancer survivor, the project emerged which they both committed to doing. The first year was “a learning curve” as Helen puts it, but since then the event has developed into a regular April fixture. The event features a four course dinner which this year will be created by four participating restaurants, plus wide range of live entertainment, dancing, and a fundraising raffle and auction.

It’s not just about the money that is raised either as the event is an opportunity for people whose lives have been touched by cancer (and let’s be honest, whose life hasn’t been?) to celebrate, smile, have fun and live it up. The organising committee are passionate about this; it’s a fundamental tenet of the event for them. From my point of view every year the reality of illness is brought a little closer to home: I’ve got family members who have successfully gone through cancer treatments, and I have lost others to the disease, plus close friends, three in the past year alone. Now I have other friends, similar ages to myself who are having treatment and dealing with the physical, mental and emotional roller coaster that comes with it. The groups that “A Table for 100” supports support them: The Cancer Support Group, Un Lazo de Movimiento, Dime and Aspanob.

I’m very chuffed to be able to go this year, and I am bringing along my husband. I think in fact that he is more excited than I am as he loves to dress up, but doesn’t get many chances. This year’s theme is “Hollywood Greats” so a tux for him and a long frock for me and I think we’re all set, plus of course some fancy head gear and a retro make up look. I’m not so sure about my husband’s planned “pencil moustache” but then it IS for charity…

The event is on Saturday April 11th at 8pm. You can get your tickets from Helen Pitt by contacting her on 646 752 276 or email atablefor100@gmail.com

 

Viewing the solar eclipse safely, or “How to make a pinhole camera”.

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This Friday, March 20th, there will be a total eclipse of the sun, and a partial eclipse will be visible in Spain from 9am-11am. This fantastic astronomical phenomenon is rare and should not be missed, but viewing an eclipse can cause permanent damage, even blindness. Children particularly must be protected from staring directly at the sun during the eclipse.

Specsavers Opticas offers the following advice for viewing the eclipse safely – At Specsavers we agree with the RNIB, the Royal College of Ophthalmologists, the College of Optometrists and the Association of Optometrists that direct viewing of the sun during an eclipse is hazardous. We suggest using indirect ways of viewing the eclipse.If you have a telescope or binoculars, you can focus an image of the sun on to a white screen, or hold white card behind the eye piece, adjusting the focus so you can see the image on the card. An inexpensive alternative is to create a pinhole camera using a piece of card with a pinhole in it to focus the image of the sun on to a white screen or piece of white card. However please always take care to shield the eyes from the sun.

If you want to make a pinhole camera, all you need is two pieces of plain card. Make a small hole (not more than 1mm wide) into one of the pieces of card. Stand with your back to the sun arranging the cards so that the one with the hole is close to your shoulder, with the other card 1 meter away. This will cast an upside down image of the sun onto the piece of paper and you can safely watch the It is very important to note that sunglasses, smoked glass, sun capes, solar filters and visors are not safe ways to view the eclipse, so please take care of your eyes and only view it indirectly.

More information can be found on http://www.eyecare-trust.org.uk/, if you have any concerns please contact your nearest Specsavers Opticas to consult the opticians http://www.specsavers.es

Get off your butt!

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It’s 10am on Saturday morning. When I was young (er) and fit (ter) I would have been found on a Saturday morning roaming the local cafes in London searching for the best almond croissant and latte. These days I am racing to get my kid to her activities before dashing to my own. I’m in the gym at the Country Club in Santa Ponca, lining up with my fellow “Challengers” to go through my final fitness test. We’ve been participating in the first Whole Life Challenge for 2015, and it’s been pretty tough. For a desk jockey like myself it’s vital to move my body before it atrophies into a sitting position, I get that: sitting down could be killing me slowly or at least could have some serious health implications. The act of sitting may seem relatively harmless: I can do it for hours at a time every single day. It’s comfortable, it’s convenient, it allows me to focus on my work but studies by medical journals claim too much of it has been linked to higher chances of untimely death.

You’ve got to think of yourself as an animal, because essentially we are. Before civilisation there weren’t computer chairs to spin in or sofas to slob on. Biologically, sitting is a foreign activity when taken in the amount we do it, and our bodies suffer because of this. Nearly 150 years ago, people spent nearly 90% of their day moving around. In contemporary society, we are on our bottoms for approximately 60% of the day.

This makes the daily exercise requirements of the Challenge even more important: at least ten minutes a day, but preferably a whole load more. Plus stretching, and sticking to a Paleo diet (hard if you are a wannabe vegetarian because the focus is on plenty of protein, and very little carbs) and other weekly tasks. I’ve got to say I love the Challenge, not just because of the inspiration to move more, but the feeling of being part of my team of Challengers and the benefits that has brought me. A year ago, despite living here for a decade, I wouldn’t say I had that many Spanish friends, now I have a wide social circle of people on which to inflict my confused use of the preterite tense. My own confidence has grown, and I am much, much stronger, perhaps one day soon (ish) I will actually achieve that handstand in yoga (Kevin?!).

Back in the gym the fitness test is short and intense. Ten burpees, ten sit ups and twenty lunges followed by as much rowing as possible until we reach four minutes. The end result is measured in amount of calories burnt on the machine. In January I managed to do 21 calories before my time was up, this time, eight weeks of training later, I burn 31. A fifty percent improvement which I am thrilled with, it could have been better, it could ALWAYS be better, but that’s the beauty of it, there’s no end point, there’s always room for improvement.  Thanks to my team and my trainers, I’ve made it through this one.

The Challenge takes commitment, making appointments with myself at the gym, negotiating child care and work, but the feeling of personal achievement and the knowledge that I am doing something for myself is totally worth it.  The trick is to keep it going in between times. There’s the real challenge.

The next Whole Life Challenge starts on May 2nd.

Get in touch with me on phoenixmediamallorca (at) gmail.com if you want more info.

Krea Koletiva: a new wave of independent thinking in Mallorca, and me.

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I was very honoured (and pleased and flattered and surprised) to be asked to speak about creativity at a Krea Kolektiva event last evening. They invite twelve people to speak for five minutes each about creative projects or their work or themselves. You can see the Krea Kolektiva project here and follow them on Facebook here.  The evening was really enjoyable, with some fabulously dynamic presentations about new ideas and projects which are underway in Mallorca, and I got to meet and make some new friends, so I am very pleased about that. I would definitely recommend you go to the next one which is planned to be on a bigger scale…. details to follow. Thanks to Matthew and Sally for including me in this fantastic idea, and thanks to Barbara for being a really cool hostess.

Every single one of the presenters, and probably all of the audience as well, would be great subjects for interviews….

So … This is what I planned to say, but to be honest I am a better writer than I am speaker, so it all went a bit tits up.  Here’s the text I wrote and then forgot to say. :-) 

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La Gidg and I 2007

It was in early 2006 , a few months after the birth of my daughter that I discovered blogging. These days every man and his cat have a blog, but ten years ago it was still quite a niche. I remember the exquisite excitement of writing and posting my first articles online and then watching the statistics rise as it was read in places as far away from me as could possibly be. How could someone in Australia or South America be even slightly interested in what I had to say about Mallorca or raising my kid? It was the biggest thrill ever! Unexpectedly I had the key to a secret room which up to that point only people who could write HTML had been able to enter. I had my own place where I could publish whatever I wanted to. I did get knockbacks, as I sent my articles to friends that I thought would read them and be nice and encouraging, but instead I received messages back asking me why I was bothering, what was the point of publishing my thoughts online? That stung, but I kept going. One thing slowly lead to another and I started to get some writing jobs to supplement my main work. So by 2007 I was running my successful massage business in Port Andratx as well as well as editing a magazine. Our daughter had just turned two.  We had bought our house in s’Arraco and we were mortgaged up to the hilt. I remember going to see an accountant who asked me what my back up plan was, and I remember looking at him thinking, shit, I don’t have a fucking plan. Then a couple of days later I was hit by a car, which put me out of action for two months. My massage business had to close, and then without decent advertising sales the magazine flopped. Then Lehman Brothers, and then the planet went bust. Within the year my husband and I were on the edge of bankruptcy. Our situation was desperate; we had mounting debts and no way to pay them. The stress and anxiety was unbearable. I remember breaking down and crying in front of my daughter and her looking at me so confused, that she started sobbing as well. If there such a thing as a breaking point I think that I reached it that day. But you all probably agree that creativity and inventiveness can be squeezed out of you when you are under a great deal of pressure, and that is what happened to me. 2 So I began to reinvent myself, and Phoenix Media was born. I pitched for PR and writing work and amazingly got clients and newspaper columns! Being inventive, engineering stories and events which feature clients, developing relationships with others, these were all using skills that I had used before in my previous lives back in the UK. And I said YES to everything. Creativity comes from saying yes and taking the risk. For me most of the time, taking the risk was no risk at all as I didn’t have anything to lose. Sometimes saying yes is a stupid thing to do, and I’ve got myself into situations where I can’t do the job.  These days I have to turn down work, which is a strange feeling after so long of being in debt. Creativity is intrinsically linked with confidence. The better relationship I have with my client, the deeper and further my imagination can develop. When you are the one expected to come up with the crazy ideas then it can be a bit vulnerable out there, so I have had to learn how to take criticism as well as praise, both of which come with their own challenges. Over the years I have written about so many different subjects, from

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 the surprise snowfall in February 2012 which left me hankering after my childhood

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I’ve walked the streets of Magaluf and 4am with the Street Angels

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I’ve swum with sharks,

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I’ve interviewed artists, and  got out and about across Mallorca.

I’ve done some good as well, I think. I’ve certainly organised and promoted a tonne of different charity events, and I have my own little project which I like to do.

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Pet Project is a regular column in the paper, it aims to help a homeless animal every week in Mallorca, and I am always looking for people who might be able to help me, especially other writers and photographers. You might find yourself photographing some very happy scenes like

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But the major part of what I do is tell stories, about people.

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Now I am lucky that I have learnt another skill.

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Despite my husband being a professional photographer I have never really known one end of a camera from the other, but last year my good friend Diana Hirsch taught me exactly that, and now I can tell my stories through images as well. 15 I like doing portraits

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I might soon be able to tell you about another project which is just getting its legs at the moment, but I am going to wait a few days…

I guess the thing that I have mostly created is myself.

And all because of a blog.

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Calling Planet Earth

On a cold winter’s morning in Boston in 1967 KV (Kathrine) Switzer was totally clueless that she was about to change the world when she lined up alongside the other runners at the marathon start line.  When she had registered for the race with her initials rather than her full first name she hadn’t known that women were banned from running, and dressed in her baggy grey sweatpants she fit right in with the rest of the runners. Four kilometres in to the run an official tried to stop her and both her boyfriend and running coach pushed the angry man out of the way, allowing her to continue and complete the run meaning she was the first woman to ever officially run. Kathrine and her bib number, 261, have inspired the name of the 261 Women’s Marathon and 10k races, one of which will be run this Sunday March 8th (International Women’s Day) in Palma.  You can see more information here at http://www.261wm.com. I was planning on running with my friends from the Country Club gym in Santa Ponça, but after a broken toe and a back injury I’ve had to rethink that. So instead I will turn up and cheer and take a few photos before retiring to the Diner in Santa Catalina and eating pancakes (joke, that’s a joke, I’ll only have one pancake). The starting pistol will be fired at 9am in front of the Cathedral.

It’s amazing isn’t it that we take all of this for granted, when less than fifty years ago it was considered improper and dangerous for a woman to run a marathon. Still women suffer from terrible abuse and injustices in many countries. I’ve been reading some accounts of an Indian man involved in that Bus Rape who says women should just stay quiet and let themselves be raped. Isn’t that the most appalling thing? Can you imagine a time when that was considered normal where you live? I suppose there was a time. But I am very happy that this time is over and any right thinking person I know would be just as disgusted as I am by this man.

I haven’t ever really experienced direct sexism. Perhaps it just washes over me, or I overcome it, I’m not sure. I was raised to be quite independent: my mother and my grandmother were both very influential to me as I was growing up. I also went to an all girls’ school where we were expected to just get on with it and achieve; we weren’t in anyone’s shadow. I am raising my daughter to be exactly the same. I think it’s a shame that the word “Feminist” has been given such a strange and negative image, and I am very happy that I married to a man who says he is a feminist. But then I wouldn’t have married him if he weren’t.

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Equality is the theme of this year’s International Women’s Day event at Mood Beach in Costa D’en Blanes, Calvia, so we have renamed it International People’s Day. The event is free to enjoy on Saturday March 7th from 12 noon until 2pm, then there is a networking lunch. There will be free wellness treatments, opportunities to hook up with new and old friends, have your portrait taken and support local charities. You can get more info and book on info@moodbeach.com.

Come and celebrate being different and completely the same as the other 50% of Planet Earth.

Opinionated, finally!

I turned the grand old age of 45 the other week, and I think it’s finally happened. You know, that thing that is supposed to happen to you when you enter your forties: where you just stop caring what other people think of you. For an inveterate “People Pleaser” like myself I suppose it’s no surprise that it took me an extra five years to actually achieve this, but recent events would tell me that I have arrived, finally.

Exhibit A: I wrote an article about a controversial animal rescue centre in Mallorca. After visiting the centre undercover I realised that it wasn’t as bad as many people had been making it out to be, plus the staff, without knowing I was writing about them, were very nice to me, and helpful. The centre itself even has extensive building development going on for new accommodation for the animals that are housed there. I wrote this down, in an encouraging “Go Rescue Centre!” way to give the widely criticised place some praise. We all know how it is better to praise improvements than to dwell on imperfections. The “Animalista” community of Mallorca disagreed with me and fell upon my article as proof that I was 1) a terrible journalist (perhaps), 2) a moron (..er…), 3) had been there with the full knowledge of the centre (no) and 4) had been paid by the centre to write it (no)! Better still, they did online in English and Spanish, over and over again for about 48 hours. I even received hate mail. I had just written what I had seen, rather than what they wanted me to write. And that made them mad. It was a very upsetting two days of not wanting to look at my emails, but I took advice from good friends and colleagues who said, do not reply. So I didn’t. On Day three I woke up and it didn’t bother me anymore.

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Exhibit B: It will be International Women’s Day next weekend on Sunday March 8th. There will be several events going on to mark the day in Mallorca, I am already attending two of them myself. Every year for the past five I have organised an IWD event with some friends of mine. This year, we decided to do it differently. The theme of IWD this year is “EQUALITY” so we decided, why not include men and make it International People’s Day instead. This felt completely right to me. Living in Western Europe I don’t feel that I am discriminated against because of my sex. There are plenty of places around the world where women are subjugated and abused, but until men and women live equally this won’t change. So of course, I announce that this year it will be IPD, and immediately the messages begin criticising the decision. Particularly it seems from women who have never ever supported one of the IWD events, ironic really. But I stand by it; it feels right to me to do it this way. Why should we seek to separate men from women? We should be celebrating the freedoms that women have here in Europe.  The subject of equality is just as relevant to men and boys in the workplace, in the media and in the home. So next week on Saturday March 7th from midday to 4pm at Mood Beach there will be a free entry International Peoples’ Day event with stalls, business networking, charities, lunch and fun. Guys and gals, chicos and chicas, men and women are equally welcome. Stall bookings and lunch tickets from info@moodbeach.com

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