The Next dystopian family

This morning I was greeted by this delightful email from Next:

Can it be that nobody involved could see how sinister this is? A blandly beautiful family all reduced to bland unthreatening ciphers by a pseudo-uniform. It’s like propaganda from a dystopian near-future sci-fi film.

The world’s quite enough of a dystopian fantasy as it is. I don’t fancy turning my family into one, thanks.

Liberalism, business and success

Every single person who'd attack Steve Jobs on any of these grounds is, demonstrably, worse at business than Jobs. They're unqualified to assert that liberal values are bad for business, when the demonstrable, factual, obvious evidence contradicts those assertions.

It's a choice whether you, or anyone else, wants to accept the falsehood that liberal values are somehow in contradiction with business success at a global scale. Indeed, it would seem that many who claim to be pro-business are trying to "save" us from exactly the inclusive, creative, tolerant values that have made America's most successful company possible.

via dashes.com

In America, the right are trying to make out that left-wing values are incompatible with business.

In Britain, the left are trying to make out that business is incompatible with left wing-values.

And people wonder why I hold so many politicians from all sides of the fence in contempt.

Piegate: the people who rise

I'm quietly fascinated by this "piegate" animated Gif of the attack on Rupert Murdoch yesterday:

Piegate
Mostly, I'm fascinated about the fact that the only two people who rise to their feet on the "inquisition" side of the room are both women – I'd be fascinated to know if that's just conincidence, or if there's some difference in the psychology of men and women that cause the different reaction.

Behind the Protest

Swung by the anti-cuts demo happening in London earlier, to do a post for OM&HB. What really struck me on the way back to the office was how much stuff was just being discarded into the street as the protest went by. It reminded me a little of the way that avalanches shed rocks and other debris…

Abandoned call for rescue

Slightly ironically, given the nature of the protests, there were a bunch of public sector workers right behind the demo, doing their best to clear it up as they went:

The protest cleaners

That said, some signs of the protest’s passing will take a little bit more effort to remove:

Stand on Mr Cameron

So, wait, politicians aren’t allowed to have sex?

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Britain is a strange place, sometimes. Sally Bercow, wife of the speaker of the House of Commons, has caused outrage – OUTRAGE – for posing in a mildly salacious pic (above) and admitting that they find sleeping in sight of the Houses of Parliament to be a bit sexy.

When John and I were first courting we used to walk along the South Bank and look at the Houses of Parliament. I never realised then how sexy I would find living under Big Ben with the bells chiming. 
Politicians as a breed aren't particularly sexy but I think politics can be sexy because power is an aphrodisiac.

And outrage results. The Times [£]:

The apologies did little to impress MPs. One Tory minister said: “There are limits but this goes too far. This is a fierce challenge to the dignity of Parliament. The sooner we are rid of the both of them, the better.”

Yes, the dignity of Parliament is impugned when married couple have sexy time. Chaste MPs only, please!

Even Guido Fawkes, who is a watcher of totty himself, pitches in

The discontent is growing and coming from higher up the Tory ladder

Members of the Tory party, I hate to break this to you: your leader has many children. He has, I suspect, been induldging in sexy time. With his not-unattractive wife

OK, I get it. People don't like John Bercow. But this isn't political debate, or a matter of his competancy. This is salacious gossip, mixed up with some good old puriance. 

Married people are allowed to have sex. It does not damage anyone or anything's dignity to talk about it a little. Move on, people.