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Well. Where to start. Allow me to initially introduce a new character to my ever growing life story here. We shall call him Max for the purposes of this blog. I met him, embarrassingly, on the dating site. I know, I know, the idea of it was purely for research reasons however, this seemed like too much of a good opportunity to pass up on. This was one of the first times I wasn't feeling anxious about meeting someone. I already felt so comfortable through the conversations we'd already had through text or what have you so I wasn't going through my usual 'I'm shy, I'm scared, I'm not going to do it' panic phase. It was really lovely. A trip to a couple of Battle's pubs resulted in non stop conversation and me almost spitting my drink out from laughing a lot. I felt very at ease, very happy and totally relaxed. It was spooky though. He was so similar to me I felt like I'd known him for a lot longer. It was nice though. I do think I will be seeing him again. Hopefully anyway. Although my only criticism would have to be, as it seems so common on these sites, he lied about his height. I wasn't too surprised to be honest. Usually height is a massive issue for me. What can I say? I love my heels! Yet, for Max I think I could make an exception. Either way, I'm in no rush whatsoever for anything serious. I love being single and my life is going in a really great way so far but who knows what will happen...?
After meeting up with Max I met up with a lovely group of people all keen to know how it all went. After settling them down I was speaking to someone about how whether men should pay on a first date. They thought that it was a good sign if a man pays and it usually meant that he would be a decent sort. This is an alien concept for me. Maybe because I've never really had a man pay for me before, not often anyway. I think I am a little headstrong in my beliefs on equality to even accept that as a concept anyway, but that's just me. I pursued this conversation as it was really interesting to hear another point of view on the subject. In a perfectly friendly way, of course. The questions I tend to ask a woman when she says a man should do certain things because he's a man are: Do you believe in equal rights? Do you believe in equal pay? Do you believe in the right to have an education? Do you believe in the right to healthcare? They're simple, yet effective. I have not met one woman who has ever said no to any of those. It's a case of, you can't want all of those things yet expect a man to pay for everything just because it's tradition. Surely it's just polite? At least offering to pay is a start. It really baffles me and I constantly struggle with women who want to be treated like princesses yet get all angry about the way women are objectified within the music industry shall we say. Yet that is a whole different matter. The opinion given was that if a man pays it shows he's financially stable, won't use you for money in the future and is considerate enough to offer. I think that's a perfectly acceptable view point to have and I hope it works the same the other way around.
It was my first real feminist discussion and it was fantastic to have it with someone who thinks slightly differently from me. Don't get me wrong, I've had plenty of these chats (read through the rest of the blog if you don't believe me) but ultimately, this was my defining moment. I had the attention of the pub and it's patrons and I was so passionate about my cause I think I got my point across very well in the same way the opposing view was given. I was very happy and I still am. It was thought provoking for me and I found myself seeing the discussion from another view point.
It's been a good 24 hours to be honest bar that stupid, sodding, poxy, wanky essay that can seriously shit off. Other than, it's been amazing. I'm in a good place, surrounded by good people, studying a wonderful course and with an awesome job.
I just looked up in to the mirror and thought I looked like Predator. This hair is wild.
Hannah xox
P.S I recommend you watch this :)
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