I wish we all had ‘one less problem’

This morning, I woke up to the news that during the past two days, Ariana Grande, a 21 year old pop star had issued a feminist manifesto. I’m not a fan of Ariana’s music, as my own tastes run a little more rock/alternative, but I am aware of who she is as her name has been brought up in vegan circles as an example of a celebrity who follows a largely plant based diet. [I’ve not seen anything that states she is a vegan or vegetarian and do not want to make assumptions] Due to not following her, I’m a little late to the party.

When I read her statement it made me really really happy. I’m not happy because it is clear on some level this 21 year old woman has suffered from sexism, misogyny and defamation of character due to persistent rumours of who/whom she dates or associates with. That is her business and nobody else’s.

Her manifesto made me happy because it gave me hope. Hope that somebody like Ariana will use their platform to educate her fans about valuing themselves instead of letting society (especially men in society) decide their value for them. That her fans will look at her manifesto and start asking questions; like who is Gloria Steinem? How can I empower myself? What can I do to stop myself being treated like property or possession? Why are female activists important?

Once Ariana’s fans start asking these questions of and for themselves, I hope that it will have a great snowball effect and the generation below me eg 15 – 21yrs, of which make up Ariana’s fans and peers,  will join the 4th wave (sometimes associated with ‘tumblr feminism’).  This would have a wonderful impact in helping make the world a better place. It’s too late for certain species of animals that have become extinct within my lifetime, it is too late for those who have died because of the oppression of women (both white and woc’s) but it is not too late for those of us who are still here, who want to make that power shift happen for ourselves and for those who follow us.

A copy of Ariana’s manifesto can be read here: http://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/celebrity/ariana-grande-posts-feminist-rampage-essay-on-instagram-20150608-ghity9.html  and notes on the statements contained here: http://www.theguardian.com/music/2015/jun/08/ariana-grande-essay-sexism-media-split-big-sean  I’m linking both in case one is taken down.

Given how social media has come on in leaps and bounds in the past few years, in some ways I am grateful that it wasn’t as strong as it is now as it was back when I was 21 myself. I remember how it was my first year of university, I was single having ended an 18 month relationship and having a great time, enjoying being single, and spending time with whomever I pleased, and yes that did include other men of similar age to myself. I recall being told there were rumours of me behaving like a predator, apparently I would lock boys in my room and not let them out unless we had sex ?! Hello?! Is that not the sort of behaviour that would be expected of a man? That he would behave in that manner? I later realised that this rumour was in effect, a punishment, a defamation of my character, that because I was seen as behaving like a man (when I know exactly how many people I kissed or was intimate with that year, and it was a tiny tiny figure… not that it is anybody’s business but my own). But due to being seen as behaving like a man, I was being tarred with that brush of either being called a whore, or the male equivalent.

Except that men don’t get called whores, they are either studs or predators. These rumours were spread by other male and female students alike. Some of the other female students were in truth, engaging in what could easily be taken as risky behaviour, yet instead of taking my side, the side of equality, the view point of women being able to do what they like, on their terms, they chose to join the side of sexism, to turn the light away from themselves and to shine it negatively onto me. Had social media been stronger back then, I have no doubt that people would have been discussing me / the rumours about me behind my back online, which would have given way to cyber bullying, rather than verbally. For this I am grateful, because a verbal word can be taken back, but a statement issued online never truly goes away. There is always some archive, some screen grab, a page history to show it existed at some point.

My own story simply highlights the fact that women are not taught to support each other, we are taught to hate, to defame each other’s characters  instead of supporting each other. This is why Ariana’s manifesto gives me hope, as her piece has echoes of supporting and highlighting the work of women who came before her, like her aunt Judy, for example.

Ariana’s piece isn’t about tearing down the value of women, but instead elevating them to be above the value that our sexist society places on them. She gives me hope.

Ariana, you’ve just gained yourself a new supporter. I look forward to seeing what you do next to support yourself and your fans.

Pamela x


‘Wrong’ Kind of Hero – An open letter in response on the rejection of Hirsi Ali by ‘feminist’ groups

I recently came across an article about Hirsi Ali, a woman who has been speaking out about her experiences as a Somalian Muslim woman, and how many people on social media have been rejecting her statements as being Islamophobic instead of looking at where she was born and raised, the culture she lived in before fleeing Somalia to come to America where she felt that she would be ‘safe’ to share her story and to raise awareness for the fact that domestic violence and misogyny can happen in any sub-culture or religious group.

The original article that brought her to my attention can be found here: http://nypost.com/2015/03/27/wrong-kind-of-hero-why-feminists-diss-hirsi-ali/

Her story was recently being discussed on social media, with many posters rejecting her claims as being the lies of a woman with an axe to grind, who is against Islam as a whole. Instead of doing, as I have done, looked at where she comes from, what is actually known about FGM (female genital mutilation) of which she was a victim of, and is still practised in African Muslim communities today despite it not being mentioned in the Quran and being illegal in most countries.

I would like to stress at this point before I continue, that I have no issue with Islam or Muslims in general, as I understand it to be a religion about peace and family and working together as a community, who are often tarred by the media as being an extremist group who want to end the western way of life, despite the fact that most will shun the extremist groups such as IS and Boko Haram,  and all my knowledge is about a very tiny minority who have suffered on one level or another due to being in a culture that at times appears to values silence and submission to the outside viewer.

  As somebody who lives in the UK with friends and co-workers who are Muslim/practice Islam, I can share a little of my experiences with you all. Some details have been changed to protect the identities of those involved.

   I know of two Muslim women who have been in forced arrange marriages (which yes, is illegal but does still happen to an unfortunate few) one was made to marry a man twice her age who was a very close cousin on her uncle’s side of the family (cousin by marriage not by blood) who then left her after several weeks despite her going along with what would be considered her wifely duties in order to please her family, which included losing her virginity to him. He had married her in order to be allowed into the UK. This was quite a shock to me as outside of the house she and her sisters are allowed to dress in a formal western manner (can wear non-Muslim clothes but must remain covered up).

  Another girl I knew actually ran away from home and used a local family as her cover story to be allowed out of the house. They then received death threats because they did not know where she was and they did not believe them and the police were involved. The family were told that it happens fairly regularly but due to lack of evidence, their hands are tied in most cases. In the end, the girl did eventually return home, was still made to marry that man, and is now living in another town with three or more children under ten, and her husband has forbidden her to have contact with her sisters.

  I know this isn’t the case for all Muslim women, as I know of many who have chosen their own partners within the Muslim community. I personally also know a Muslim woman who had an arranged marriage which worked out well for her as she and her husband are happy (or so she claims, and at this time I have no reason to doubt her). This, and many articles that can be found online show that allowing your parents to match-make isn’t always a terrible thing to happen, although I myself prefer to choose my own partner.

   I have several co-workers who do not wear the hijab and several who do. They have told me that for some women they do wear it in honour of their faith/family/husband’s wishes, and for others they don’t wear it simply because they do not have to and enjoy being able to wear their hair uncovered as they see fit. I also have several customers who wear the full burka, of which I will maintain full eye contact as I am speaking to the person, not the sheet of fabric. I don’t know the full reason why these women to cover their faces, but my own research suggests it is either to please their husbands, so only he can look at her, or because they want to be seen as being neither male or female; based on the idea that society treats you as a lesser being for your gender but as long as I can hear them clearly I am not threatened by it as a woman should be free to dress as she sees fit and not be threatened for doing so.

   I did notice one point about Hirsi Ali, that many who reject Hirsi Ali’s writings don’t address and that is the country of which she comes from: Somalia. Now unless my geography is worse than I think it is, Somalia is an African country. This places her smack in the middle of the countries where FGM is a more common practice. As she is clearly a victim of the culture in which she was raised, I do not see her to be an Islamophobe, as she is speaking about her own experiences, of which based on my own knowledge gained from real life, and my own research (I am currently undertaking a course on SRHR through online study at the time of writing this post) there is truth in the things she speaks about, but those issues are what I would hope is something that happens to a minority not a majority, and eventually never again on the planet (I can dream!) but as many Muslim women won’t talk about what happens behind closed doors, which may be for fear of bringing shame on their families or fear of what will happen if she talks about it, which is a common result for all women who suffer domestic violence regardless of their faith, who are we to brand her a liar or an Islamophobe when it could be the whole truth? Unless people talk about what goes on, how can anyone help the victims of domestic violence within their culture? I know there have been studies done that show domestic violence does happen within Muslim households (NOT all Muslim households) and that Muslim women make up maybe 3% of the women who use emergency shelters as they will be shunned by their society for doing so.

  One real life experience that happened to me whilst I was at university backs this up to an extent. One student was a married Muslim woman, whose husband was aggressive, possibly violent [although I saw no evidence of this] to her and of also having an affair. he eventually granted her a divorce, and left her to be with this other woman. In order to not be shunned by her family, she was not allowed to leave her house for three months, not even to go for food shopping or to take her children to school. The only reason she did not fail her classes is because I would send her notes from class, and her sister would collect her children from the garden gate and put food into their bags for her. Her own parents said she must have been a bad wife for her husband to cheat. I was told of the three month rule being in case she was pregnant and would have to have several periods to prove otherwise (which sounded really strange to me back then as well!) I know she was afraid she would be shunned for good so she never got help during the marriage. Again, I would like to stress this is not a common occurrence, but it shows that there are varying levels of extremism amongst families/societies, and that at one end everything will be as it should be, but at the other end that we would wish to deny, there is real truth in Ali’s writing.

  Her Truth Is Her Own Life

Live Below The Line 2015 … Preparation Road

It’s that time again! Time to start preparing for Live Below The Line 2015! Last year I did it for The Hunger Project UK and raised over £150, you can read about how I got on last year on my charity blog, http://project52ayear.blogspot.co.uk

This year I’m doing it for Unicef (unicef.org.uk) and hoping to beat my record from last year of £150+

I won’t lie to you: It was hard! I’m used to huge plates of food and being able to graze on snacks whenever I want to, all of that goes out of the window when you have to weigh out your food and calculate the cost per portion so you know if you can have that extra cheap rich tea biscuit as an evening snack, but that rumbling tummy reminds you of just how the people who will benefit from your funds raised feel on a regular basis. Five days isn’t a long time to go without the luxury of convenience foods, especially when on day six you can treat yourself to your favourite foods knowing that it’s all over for the year, but for those who are living in poverty, it’s a lifetime without the things that others take for granted.

So here I am, prepared to do it all again for a good cause. wish me luck!

– See more at: https://www.livebelowtheline.com/me/vegankitten

World Book Night 2015

I first heard about world book night after a friend (now acquaintance as we’ve drifted apart over the years) told me that she had been a volunteer for #WBN – World Book Night – the adult equivalent of World Book Day which is aimed at children and minors. Once a year, on the evening of April 23rd, volunteers up and down England, Scotland and Northern Ireland (the UK) will give away books for free in their local area to encourage adults to take up reading who normally would not reach for a book.

Reading books has been proven to help reduce stress and improve reading and writing / spelling skills regardless of the age of the reader, and provides a different kind of entertainment that can be more rich than any film with a high amount of CGI (special effects)

With this in mind, when applications were being taken for #WBN15 I applied straight away, with the plan of holding an event in my home town where I could give away books from World Book Night along with codes for free online samplers and e-books from members of two writing groups I have connections with.

Sadly, my plan isn’t happening this year as due to the mysteries of email, the messages telling me that yes, I have been approved did not go to my main inbox and I did not find them until tonight. Due to work, I am unable to get the evening off to do this once a year event properly. On the plus side, I can still collect my allocated books in time for World Book Night, as failing to collect can mean not being allowed to take part in the future.

So, here is my new plan: On April 23rd, 2015 at 5pm for 20 mins I will be outside Primark Bury (On ‘The Rock’ shopping centre) to give away free copies of ‘Dead Man Talking’ to whomever turns up. If there are any copies left over afterwards, these will be given away to various locations around Bury for anyone who would like one, focusing primarily on the job centre and the adult education centre.

Next year I will be setting reminders in my diary and calendar so I can plan from application onwards. And book the evening off work if need be.

Wish me luck!

The Road To NaNoWriMo Starts Now

Could you spare five minutes to talk about our lord and saviour, Cthulhu?

Just Kidding! Cthulhu is actually a cute green plush toy, of which will also be my writing mascot for April ’15 round of Camp NaNoWriMo.

But what on earth is Camp NaNoWriMo?

Camp NaNoWriMo is the twice yearly (spring/summer) virtual writer’s camp, held every year by the office of letter and light, the team behind the big once a year writer’s challenge of NaNoWriMo (every November since 1999!) It’s main goal is to encourage writers to do simply that: write! To thrash out that 1st draft of a story that you’ve been itching to write but were afraid to, either because you didn’t feel like you could or don’t have the right kind of support around you to allow yourself to do so. In Camp NaNo you don’t have the pressure of making a deadline quota of over 50k words by the end of the month (though on NaNoWriMo there are prizes of sorts for those who make it, plus a party video) but you do get given a small group of fellow writers to chat to and hopefully bond with and get support from online in your cabins. Think of it as a virtual writer’s retreat where the ultimate end goal is to give yourself permission to just write. Who cares if you make loads of spelling mistakes? That your protagonist doesn’t use language from the era your work is set in? That you make tons of grammar mistakes so bad that Siri makes your smart phone explode whilst trying to make sense of it all?

Between life getting in the way and fear of what will happen if you do get that story which is so perfect in your head but might look bad in the printed word out onto the page, there are millions upon billions of untold stories out there in the world. Stop living in fear of the unknown. The only failure is not to try.

Get your story out there. Go visit Nanowrimo.org  Come join me at the camp ground. I’ll be the one poking sticks into the mud and getting lost on how to make a 16th century obese vampire become a 21st century nightmare, amongst other stories.


PS. I don’t think anybody could confuse Siri that much that it would actually explode for real, but if it does, please film it and stick it on youtube as proof.

LetterMo…. The Month of Letters

This Sunday marks the start of something special in the world-wide pen paling community, LetterMo – A month of letters.

Participants will send a letter out in the post, usually written by hand, though some are typed, every day for the entire month of February. These letters may be sent to friends, penpals, other letterMO site registered users, charities such as Girls Love Mail, or as part of activities on other websites postcrossing, swap-bot and the like.

Part of the challenge includes themed letters such as airmail, Jane Austen style (wax seals) valentine’s cards, postcards, and mail art.

Handwriting is a dying art form, so let’s help keep it alive and our postmen/women in jobs for a while longer!

This is my second year taking part in the challenge, and I would like to write to some of you, the readers and fans of femveggeek. If you would like a letter from me, then send me a private message via twitter to @vegankitten with your full postal address. Certain countries such as Africa, Iraq, Iran, Nigeria, Peru, Singapore and North Korea will not be permitted due to unsafe posting conditions. sorry. Letter requests may also be denied if that person is deemed to be unsafe. No stalkers allowed.

useful links – http://www.girlslovemail.com/ 




For LetterMo users, I made an unofficial calendar for this year, featuring known and unknown holidays for February!


We’re all in this together, aren’t we? so why do women tear strips off each other?

Growing up, I didn’t fully understand femininity. Or female bonding. Or sisterhood. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve even experienced anything I can equate to being ‘sisterhood’. I do have a sister, and today is not the time for examining why that relationship is like a see-saw. I knew that make-up was for making yourself look better or ‘prettier’, and that skirts/dresses were for special occasions.  Or to only be worn when getting served under-age down the pub. I never learnt at home what it meant to be a girl as my mum was never a girls’ girl.  All I did know was learnt from magazines or peer pressure. I know I must have paid attention to the magazines as I’ve never had fully unprotected sex (condoms or pill all the way!), and never left anyone’s house looking like a clown except for one time I let a friend do my make-up whilst at uni and didn’t check it in a mirror until much later (far too trusting!)

One thing I did learn very quickly though is that other girls could be quite horrid! They lie to you and about you, they steal from you, or talk you into ‘sharing’ because you had something that they didn’t, they could put pressure on you into doing things you didn’t really want to do, and then use that against you later because they knew your mum would believe their mum, because she would believe her daughter when yours appeared like they would not believe you. Or if they did believe you, then you’d still be in trouble for going ahead with whatever it was instead of putting your foot down and standing up for yourself. I knew all this by 15, and at 16/17 I knew what a ‘toxic’ friend was, and finally cut them out after a boy I had a crush on at college that year turned to me and said ‘if xxx was your friend they wouldn’t do that’. I never did get to snog my crush that year, but having him see things from my view-point instead of saying I was over-reacting as other girls had done when I had looked for advice did help me to finally start growing that back-bone that I needed much earlier on in my life.

By the age of 18, I saw girls as being either (a) cruel, manipulative creatures who only care about #1 or (b) cool, pretty things that wanted nothing to do with me. Thankfully, that year, I did meet two girls who I saw as being fun, and bright, and creative, and they saw those qualities in me too. I might not see those two girls as often as I’d like to, as one is off making waves in the art world, and the other is working on her dream of a family of her own, and is a beautiful mother. I have no idea if “L” and “M-A” will see this, but they have no idea how much they did teach me that women would want to be on my side, us against the world instead of me, myself and I, alone. I love you two very much.

Mushy moments aside, through the college years, the university years and the time after that leading up to this point, where I feel inclined to talk about this, I feel like I have seen pretty much every type of woman there is. We’re all in this together, yet even in this day and age, we attack and judge rather than applaud and support.

For example, I know two women who are enemies. Not enemies with me, as I am on good terms with each of them. They are enemies with each other. And how did they become enemies? Over a corset. Now, I know some of you are imagining a pair of buxom beauties reaching for the last sweetheart neckline in the shop and then arguing over who actually got hold of it first, like some out-take from a carry-on film. Sadly, the truth is not so comical. One of them decided that she didn’t like the other, because the first time one was pointed out to the other from across a crowded bar, she was wearing a tight corset that gave her a very large bust and was ever so slightly revealing. So one decided that the other must therefore have nothing to offer to the world and was a slag because of her choice of outfit. That corset wearing girl is a force of nature onto herself, and didn’t go home with anybody that night, she had worn the corset simply because she felt like wearing it. FOR HERSELF ALONE.  Of course, I applaud her choice to wear what the hell she wants and to hell with what other people think, as with what today’s society and images such as this tell us is that it doesn’t matter how we dress, an attack could still happen, so why are we attacking each other for the way we express ourselves through clothing?

This is what I was wearing. Tell me I asked for it. I DARE YOU. photographer unknown – if you the reader knows who took this, please tell me so I can give credit.

Of course, the corset story isn’t the only example have, but as I have seen it with my own eyes, it is a valid one. We’re all still in a position of where we should be supporting each other’s choices to dress as we choose, yet we are not?

As a social network-active vegan, I spend a lot of time on-line in groups and forums, offering advice on what brands are vegan and which aren’t, where the best sweets can be found, and answering other food or lifestyle related questions that people might have, such as ‘I have leather shoes, do I wear them and discard when they need repairs, or do I get rid right now’. I am not going to answer that question for today, as the answer is debatable, and off topic. however it is an example of what I do on a regular basis. In the early days, I thought vegans in general were a nice bunch, that all the women were supportive and non-judgemental, and that we were all in this together, regardless of how we might look.  How wrong was I? Very. Whilst I have found many vegan women who are all wonderful, caring creatures who do it for the animals as well as health, there are many who are not.

An on-line friend of mine (on-line because she lives a 10 hour flight and then some away from me) likes to post video blogs on YouTube. yeah, sure, she’ll get trolls posting things like “you’re fat. vegans are meant to be skinny” or the usual, “you’re ugly” type stuff, which is partly to be expected. post on-line and somebody will be mean from their computer screen. it’s a sad fact about today’s cyber age, but it happens. better to ignore the trolls and find joy in the other stuff. However what I hadn’t expected to happen is that she would be attacked by another vegan blogger. One who is more popular, and also happens to be of a slimmer build and sun-tanned. which is great for them, but it’s too cold for her to go do outdoors stuff at home. her attack wasn’t about the foods or products reviewed in her videos. it wasn’t about any viewpoints being aired about the slaughter industry. it wasn’t about her lifestyle. The attack was about how she looks, namely calling her fat, ugly, stupid.

Surely as a fellow vegan, with the same hopeful end-point dream of ending animal cruelty, they would be reading from the same song sheet, across the pond from each other? No, that isn’t happening. Instead of supporting each other, as we’re all on the same team, one has chosen to tear strips off the other.

My theory is this: women, just like men, or even more than men do to a point, if they do not understand something, they immediately take offence to it. And what are we all taught to do if something offends us? Push it away or destroy it.

I am far too tired of this sh#t. I am tired of it being ‘her against she’ when ‘her’ probably hasn’t even met you in the flesh.  If veganism is to grow successfully, we all NEED TO BE in this TOGETHER. To fight and campaign and promote and support each other, together.

If feminism is to reach its end goal of true equality. No more rape (of men, women or children, as men suffer from it too). No more deeming a woman to be less capable because she is a woman. No more basing the value of a woman on if she has children or not.

We’re all in this together.

For more theories on why women judge, written by someone who knows a bit more about it than I do, please visit: Why Women Judge Other Women

If I Had a Dollar (Why I Am a Feminist)

If I had a pound for each moment I felt like I have to justify myself…. hobbies, children or lack there of, dating, veganism, refusing to judge other women based on their looks/appearance (not easy as we all all taught to do just that!) … and also having a similar view point to “If I had a Dollar (why I am a feminist)”

girl in the hat

image courtesy Devil Doll image courtesy Devil Doll

Because my mother was a painter and a beauty when artists had patrons and a woman like that needed a man to take care of her, so she married a money man.

Because my mother’s mother was a beauty and her mother was, too, and that’s what people said: “She was a beautiful woman,” as if that was the only remarkable thing.

Because I was born in 1966, the year Betty Friedan and others started the National Organization of Women and challenged an industry which required flight attendants to quit if they got married, pregnant, or reached the age of 32.

Because when my mother had me, she stopped painting and started cleaning house and throwing dinner parties and smoking too many cigarettes and crying in the mirror.

Because my mother never told me that I looked pretty because she did not want me to grow…

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Orange Day

Unknown to me until about five minutes ago, today is “Orange Day”. Every 25th day of the month is in fact “Orange Day”. What exactly is “Orange Day”?

“Orange Day”, a long-running campaign run by UNiTE campaign Global Youth Network in association with UNwomen aims to help and support female victims of violence and to end violence against women, globally, with emphasis in countries where the laws offer very little to help women. It started off the back of November 25th, which is the annual “International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women” Day, with the aim of making the campaign carry on all year long, not just for one day.

In my own life, when I was younger, there was a popular mobile phone network called ‘Orange’, who held a regular weekly event known as ‘Orange Wednesdays’. Customers of the network would send a text message to their operator, and in return receive a code that could be used at any cinema in the UK to obtain 2 for 1 tickets for any film of their choice that day. One of their most famous TV advert campaigns would proclaim “The Future’s Bright, The Future’s Orange”.

That mobile phone network has since been merged with others to become what is currently known as EE, so whilst the future is no longer orange for that company, what of the women of whom “Orange Day” is aimed at supporting?

I was brought up in a household where violence against women was not tolerated, but as this was and still is a predominately single parent house hold, there was nobody present to do such a thing. This did not stop me from being a victim of violence, perpetrated by boys my own age at least twice before the age of sixteen.

Even here in the UK, up until a change in the law in 1984, it wasn’t rape if the victim was married to her rapist, yet by the age of sixteen, I had personally known a woman who had been raped on several occasions by her husband. This lady eventually got away from him, with very little help from the authorities, divorced him and had six years of safety until she died due to a blood clot in her heart.

Even now, it is not uncommon to hear or read the words “He only does it because he loves me” in films, in books or even from the mouths of strangers’ conversations over heard. At the time of writing this, 25/01/15, the UK is gearing up towards the release of a film adaption of “50 shades of grey”. Now I have no issue with erotica, and believe that what goes on between consenting adults is up to them, providing it doesn’t cause physical injury or emotional distress to another person. What I do take offence to is the fact the book perpetrates that it is acceptable for a man to hit a woman “because he loves her” or whatever other emotional blackmail excuses used that are simply dressed up as a hallmark sentiment. I am hopeful that the script writers saw fit to remove instances of that line, but if it has been left in, I am concerned that hoards of impressionable young women and girls who want to learn about sex will see the film and assume that such things are acceptable. There is a correct way to take up BDSM if you do want to explore that area of sexuality, but it is never correct for a man to commit violence against women, yet here we are in 2015 with more examples of where violence is tolerated ingrained into the psyche of modern society.

Like the phrase, “The Future’s Bright, The Future’s Orange” that disappeared from our UK television sets, I hope that the future is not orange, that one day there will be no need for such things as “Orange Day”. For now though, I want to see more Orange in my lifetime.

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The Welcome Waggon

Hello! Welcome to FemVegGeek!

Some of you may know me already, be it from Facebook, Instagram, my charity blog, project52, or from some other corner of the internet, which we all know is very big, very dark, and full of kittens or naked people doing things they don’t want their parents to see.

For quite a while now I’ve been toying with the idea of having a more personal blog, somewhere to share things that inspire me, things that make me happy or sad, things that make me very angry and should matter. Or general good things like art, books and cookies. Or the recipes for cookies as real ones might not make the trip from me to you.

At some point in the future you’ll find lots of variety on here, as whilst I am a Feminist Vegan Geek, those are just aspects of me, and not the sum of my parts. So stick around and you may just find a friend away from home. Or you’ll eat lots of cookies and feel my angst/gripe along with me. It’s all good.

January 2015