Oh My Gok!

Ladies, why do you do it?
Why continually self-flagellate yourselves on television over the way you look?

The Demon is using the pc as I type this, so I'm banished to the couch with the laptop kindly donated by the bronzed Adonis that is Mr Jaggy, where I'm confronted by the conundrum that is Gok Wan and his latest method of getting the tits of Britain out into the open, his beauty contest 'Miss Naked Beauty'.

The premise of the show seems to be that he's looking for a woman, any woman, who can represent the 'woman of today' as some sort of beauty ambassador. She'll be natural, confident, intelligent, and most importantly, she'll be different.
Our Gok, who's name means Noisy Big City incidentally, will have the girlies running and jumping through hoops in order to get them to cry on national tv using all manner of confidence sapping tricks like photographing their body part that they hate the most and then showing it to a few million viewers whist simultaneously criticising them with extreme prejudice. The bastard!

After about 5 minutes of this drivel I switched over to Dave which had Joanna Lumley on an old episode of Top Gear.

Normal service had ben resumed.

Women And Other Minorities.

Woman.
God knows, I love you all as a species, but I really don't have a clue what goes on in your heads.
Let's look at the lovely Reese Witherspoon for example, shown above parading her United Nations Women's Empowerment bracelet. She made her first appearance on the big screen at the age of 15 in the 1991 movie 'The Man In The Moon' and has seen her career grow to the point where she's now one of Hollywood's highest earning stars, making between 15 - 20 million dollars a movie, so what she knows about the struggle of oppressed women across the world is completely lost on me.

While we're at it, women fire fighters.
WTF is that all about?
Let's be clear about one thing. If my house is on fire, I want a fireMAN who looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger in 'Commando' except with more steroids, a man who can knock down walls with his bare hands, a man who looks like he can carry a whole bus to safety, to smash down the door of my house and lift my unconscious body to sanctuary. Mr Jaggy, for example, is not what you would call 'slight of build', and were he to find himself overcome by fumes in the upstairs of his burning house, I reckon his chances of survival would be slim at best if Fire Fighter Judy was sent in to save him.

Female Soldiers.
Yes you can point a gun, yes you can throw a grenade, yes you can climb up that wall on the assault course using the rope like Richard Gere did, but lets see you tackle a knife-wielding Somalian militia man when your gun jams, or drag your wounded comrade onto that Blackhawk whilst hefting your M240 and letting off a few rounds at the insurgents. It ain't happening.

I fully realise that my opinions may offend some of the fairer sex, but that's not my intention. I just think that political correctness is creating more problems than it fixes. I mean you no disrespect, but the reality is that just because you legally can do a thing, doesn't mean you should.