When thingy ma-jiggy (Emily Davidson) threw herself under the King’s horse, she wasn’t doing this to show off the latest Louboutins she was sporting. If history serves me correctly, the point she was trying to make was to liberate women, give them the right to vote or a voice at least.
So why then, and I’m no raging burn your bra feminist, does poor Emily’s efforts nearly 100 years later appear to be in vain?
This was more apparent than ever watching the Jubilee disaster the other night. God bless the lighting and the fireworks and the has-beens. There are no words for Rolf.
Emily, if you were watching. I’m sorry.
“Cheryl can’t sing but how she managed to squeeze herself into that frock deserves credit?”
Does it? Lovely dress love, but you murdered the song and I started to feel sorry for you, half wishing you’d just have played safe and thrown yourself off the stage. Now, that’s a performance.
Next up, a woman in her sixties scantily dressed in a bikini swinging a hula hoop for more than four minutes. Good lord Emily, you really liberated us.
Turn to the royal box and it’s all about what Kate’s wearing tonight. Is it last season, this season, high street or designer? She’s the girl next door.
Hardly, they don’t wear heirlooms, fly about in private jets, and don tiaras. Well, not in this avenue. Let’s not forget this is a woman who’s been educated. You’ve got to wonder? But what does she say? Nothing.
Emily, that’s right. Nothing. Not a word.
And the star of the show, well I have to say she did have some sense, arriving in ear plugs.
Apart from the prepared speeches, what’s her message?
Right again; nothing.
Not a word, and yet people come and bow to her. Does she speak to the little children or is it just the dignitaries and the despots?
She leaves the words to her namby pampy son, oh mummy! A chill goes through me, even now. Haunting.
There’s nothing to like or dislike in her words. She doesn’t say anything and she’s applauded for this. God, I bet they wished your lot had taken this stance back in the day, Emily.
She doesn’t speak to me. She coordinates.
And it’s not just her. It’s all over. Women who say nothing. Tweet something worthwhile. Not just about yourself or your business.
“I know Emily!” It’s dreadful.
But you see Emily, it would affect their album sales, bra sales, cosmetic sales, book endorsements, perfume range, their label, their brand.
God forbid, you wouldn’t become a Dame for that kind of outlandish talk.
“You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.” Admittedly, spoken by a man.
You have a voice; speak.
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