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Spending my Saturday night at a pop up chicken ‘restaurant’ has opened my eyes ever wider to the foolishness of London scenesters.
Five years ago Kentish Town was a total dive but now London’s trendy folk flock from all around (blaming the downfall of Camden). As a result Lucky Chip has opened a pop up restaurant, Lucky Fried Chicken, on the first floor of The Grafton; for a limited time only you can get overpriced fried chicken in a fancy venue. Hurrah.
KFC equivalence aside, the staff were very friendly and, of course, very trendy. The location was typically chic with candles aplenty and empty bottles along the windowsills. Between three of us we paid £30 for nine pieces of fried chicken and a side each. I love fried chicken so unsurprisingly it was good but only marginally better than my local chicken shop and that’s the clincher! Fried chicken is fried chicken my friends!
Yet what a hypocrite I am for travelling all the way from Walthamstow to Kentish Town with my flatmate despite having TWO KFCs within a five minute walk of our place.
Perhaps I’m a foolish scenester. Or, even worse, perhaps I’m living with one.
In 2010 there were 22,172 rapes reported in India at a rate of 1.8 per 100,000 people. In England and Wales the rate was 28.8, so what are we on our high horses about?
In India 26% of cases taken to court ended in a conviction, two per cent more than the statistic in the UK in 1985, which has since dropped to as little as five per cent and so I have to ask again, WHAT THE HELL ARE WE ON OUR HIGH HORSES ABOUT?
24-year-old protestor Kritika Sharma told reporters than in India they worship goddesses “but when it comes to females we don’t respect them.” Amen sister! Christianity, in which our social morality and judicial system is rooted, has consistently overlooked the roles and value of women so as to create a gender biased and sexually threatening culture.
When the British press erupted in horror to the rapes in India that have recently made the headlines worldwide I was overwhelmed at the hypocrisy. It is estimated that up to 100,000 women are raped in Britain every year, alongside the number of sexual assaults and sexual harassment women deal with day in and day out.
It may be true that a woman in the UK can be raped and still be considered worthy of marriage, unlike India, but that doesn’t mean she necessarily feels it. She would not lose her job, or her home, or her family (one would assume) but that doesn’t make her experience any less traumatic or destructive to her well being If every rape across the globe was reported the numbers in India would monumentally surpass those here, but shame on every individual who instantly compared the two countries and, as a result, minimalised and undermined the rapes of women across the UK. Comparing the struggles of women from country to country is of no help at all. One in three women is beaten or raped in her lifetime and that is a statistic that matters because sexism, rape and gender violence is not a local battle but a worldwide war. Every female I meet who does not believe this to be the case lets us all down.