Mother THIS, you lazy fucktards

Sorry. Please excuse my brevity, but I am cross, and needed to make a point, and make it somewhat quickly, before the lazy fucktards in question got bored and wandered off.

This is not a new issue, I have mentioned this before, in fact.

But it just so happens that it pissed me off again today – and what else is a blog for? And a holiday? Yay! Im on holiday! – so here we are. Hello.

A woman was appointed home secretary today. Meh, whatev, etc.

Yes, its a good thing to happen if shes a qualified and intelligent person who will do her job well, but I have no idea who she is, so will have to reserve judgement for now. She may well end up being as much of a slap-happy cockfarmer as some of the others who have passed through in the last few years or she might be very good, but lets just wait and see, shall we? Anyway.

Anyway: she is a woman.

And on the front cover of one London newspaper this evening, it was celebrated with a joint front cover with the Spice Girls, with the strapline above the photo: A momentous day in politics AND pop! (dont even get me started on the word momentous and the story about the Spice Girls reuniting, thats a whole other can of oh anyway) and then, under the pictures of some desperate career-floundering celebrities and one successful politician: GIRL POWER!

Well whatever. Yes, I can see what youre doing there, youre using the popular catchphrase of the old pop group to sum up the two pieces of news about these very separate groups of people who all happen to be female. None of them are girls any more. Not even the girl group no, but especially not the new home secretary. Shes the new Home Secretary. Shes had a long history in politics, and probably quite a few qualifications, and

And that brings us neatly to the second evening newspaper.

The first paragraph on the first page was a very simple who what where when:

New prime minister Gordon Brown today announced that his reshuffled cabinet would include Britains first female home secretary

All well and good. Well, it was better than that, obviously, Im shit at writing news stories. Really terrible. But it was something like that.

Anyway. It was the second sentence, the beginning of the second paragraph too, that pissed me off.

Mrs Jacqui Smith, a 44-year-old mother of two

For the love of anything that is good and holy and sensible, people, yes, of course she IS those things, but that is not what has qualified her for the job in hand, so perhaps, just perhaps, you could mention something I might want to know more about my incoming Home Secretary – her career path up to now, perhaps. Her stance on civil liberties. Her commons voting record if she has one, whatever. I am perfectly happy for her that she has two kids, but in this story, I honestly dont care: its just fucking meaningless, patronising and just plain lazy in this context.

Most importantly, theres no WAY that that kind of information would ever make it into the first 19 paragraphs of a story about one of her male colleagues.

And Oh screw it, I havent got anything intelligent to say about any of that, really, Im just fucked off.

So thats it. The end.

[Oh, and just as a side note, I dont often brag about where I work, but as the first place I naturally look for information, I looked there, at the story about the appointment and the reshuffle for the correct age and kid-number of Ms Smith for this post.

And couldnt find that information.

Fucking right I couldnt, too. Hurrah.]

Normal service will resume once I stop being fucked off.

Give me a minute or two.