I have to admit it - I was never really much of a feminist! If I'm being even more honest I spent most my twenties not really understanding the concept, nor even thinking about it for that matter. Like most flat chested high-pitched cocky young girls - I thought I had it ALL figured out, and when I needed advice I went to the people I could trust the most; my Mum and Grandma.
It is perhaps no wonder that I often read comments from younger people vehemently arguing against getting older. They don't want to lose their money, independence, purpose or standard of living, nor do they want to need care or be the recipient of poor care. For all of us who possess youth rather than experience the time to change this culture is now.
However inconsequential for our pets, I do feel a dog's name serves an important function to owner rather than dog. My dog training clients are encouraged to use the name to mean 'look at me' (taught by saying the dog's name and giving a treat when they look at you). This way you can get the dog's attention before giving a command.
With the media and social networking sites in full Royal Baby frenzy now seems as good a time as any to think about parenting. I find myself at that age where more and more of my friends are becoming parents. After a while you begin to notice patterns in parenting emerging based on how people discuss and portray their family life online.
As we gaze upon records of art history, we find that this phenomenon - the drive to create being coded into sisters, brothers, fathers, and mothers - is more common than one would imagine! In the Renaissance and Baroque periods, art families were scattered over Europe, as 'artist' was viewed as a trade like any other.
Modern day sibs might give bad behaviour a second thought if consequences followed. If that isn't enough, health hazards should be. Worse, I'd say for all those who continue to commit offences, that they are the ones living with heavy hearts and over active minds, both recipes for disastrous health.
Frustration is a word that all parents are very familiar with and being a paragon of patience and cuddly understanding on days like these can stretch that word to its fullest. It is also on days like these that I am just grateful that I can keep smiling and not end up rocking backwards and forwards while sobbing in the corner.
During a discussion with my flatmates recently, I told everyone in attendance that no matter what happens when I go home, she'll always end up making pretty much all the cups of tea for everybody else because she loves making sure everyone is properly fed and watered. I even went so far as to predict that even if I tried, she'd still end up making more cups of tea than me when I next visit.