On Consent (& Tea)

Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Below is a very British, very important metaphor for consent, as shared by The Independent, via rockstardinosaurpirateprincess – I couldn’t not repost this.

On consent:

“You say “hey, would you like a cup of tea?” and they go “omg f–k yes, I would f–king LOVE a cup of tea! Thank you!” then you know they want a cup of tea.

“If you say “hey, would you like a cup of tea?” and they um and ahh and say, “I’m not really sure…” then you can make them a cup of tea or not, but be aware that they might not drink it, and if they don’t drink it then – this is the important bit – don’t make them drink it. You can’t blame them for you going to the effort of making the tea on the off-chance they wanted it; you just have to deal with them not drinking it. Just because you made it doesn’t mean you are entitled to watch them drink it.

“If they say “No thank you” then don’t make them tea. At all. Don’t make them tea, don’t make them drink tea, don’t get annoyed at them for not wanting tea. They just don’t want tea, ok?

“They might say “Yes please, that’s kind of you” and then when the tea arrives they actually don’t want the tea at all. Sure, that’s kind of annoying as you’ve gone to the effort of making the tea, but they remain under no obligation to drink the tea. They did want tea, now they don’t. Sometimes people change their mind in the time it takes to boil that kettle, brew the tea and add the milk. And it’s ok for people to change their mind, and you are still not entitled to watch them drink it even though you went to the trouble of making it.

“Unconscious people don’t want tea and can’t answer the question “do you want tea” because they are unconscious.”

I’ll pop the kettle on, shall I?


Image: Jean Shrimpton, looking like a total babe.

Floyd & Violet

Friday, 27 February 2015

the independent. violet and floyd couple die holding hands after 67 years of marriage On occasion, I will come across a story that allows me the hope that true love - the everlasting, fairytale kind we grow up believing is out there for us - is within reach. Floyd and Violet are one such story. Played out like a scene from Nicholas Sparks' The Notebook, childhood sweethearts Floyd and Violet Hartwig married in 1947, while Floyd was on leave from the Navy. Becoming inseparable, the pair kept in touch via letters while Floyd was at war, and later settled in California. This month, the couple passed away. They went within five hours of one another. And they were holding hands. Before the passing, and given only two weeks to live, Floyd had told a doctor "I’m OK but I want her fixed" - a fact that warms my heart more than I could possibly express. I'm sharing this as a thank you, Floyd and Violet, for showing me what it can mean to love another, and for showing the world how beautiful and worthwhile a relationship can be once you've found the right person. You truly are an inspiration.

(Full story here. Image via the Hartwig family.)

More in the press: True love in 36 questions.
And something else adorable: Eddie Redmayne's BAFTA speech, which I may never recover from.


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