I haven’t felt like blogging much recently, with my only free time being devoted to my monkey and sleep, but tonight I have an hour or so and a cider-loosened keyboard hand to rant about some more Cambridge stuff.
SPS is not a doss; I’m doing 2 essays a week, up to 3000 words each and with a tonne of reading in between. The eight hour lecture limit is misleading, and Cambridge wide myths of lack of work are untrue. Most of it is pretty interesting, even if I do have to tear myself away from stuff I’d rather be reading; I’m currently working on an essay about the lesbian parenting debate and one on Marx’s perception of the evils of capitalism, which is far better than last week’s efforts on Hobbes and liberal theory. Starting with Hobbes et al. made me want to go to Leeds, but it’s picking up a bit now.
I’ve been having a bit of an activist burn out in the midst of this work, mostly due to my experiences at the Women’s Union. Everyone was very nice and friendly, and the whole process seemed democratic and open, but it was just… a bit lacking in the anger department. The focus seems to be more bourgeois individualist than solidarity with women’s struggles across the world, evidenced by the priority campaign “Women in Sport”. Ok, so it’s hand in hand with one on Stop Violence Against Women, but even this seems a bit vague; a “vigil” being held rather than a trip to Reclaim the Night, coupled with a lot of rhetoric about “inclusivity” and “positive action” when I suggested protests and demos about the various stripping and generally demeaning events some colleges have proposed. The feel of the evening was that, at least the vocal ones, were resisting the stereotype of angry feminists, leaving me wondering what I was doing there. As someone who believes feminist should reclaim the positive nature of all our actions, against such bullshit spectres of humourless man-hating feminist stereotypes, I was a tad disheartened.
Of course, there’s the AWL branch here (hello!) so all is not totally lost, and it was refreshing to arrive at a meeting after Women’s Union to talk to people who don’t think radical is a dirty word. I also went to an AWL dayschool on globalisation and imperialism on Saturday, with the monkey, and met lots of people who disprove the standard “once you get into the real world you’ll change you mind” line. A busy Sofie is a happy Sofie, and all this through battling with freshers’ flu!
Finally, tonight was the second meeting of Cambridge Against the Arms Trade, a project I wasn’t quite sure about from the first meeting; lots of well meaning anti-arms sentiment, but a drastic misconstruing of my comrade Josh’s point that it could easily turn into nothing more than institutional conscience cleansing without a framework of ethical investment. Basically, the campaign is trying to get Cambridge colleges to disinvest in the arms trade, and I had my misgivings about how focusing on a small area of unethical investment would make a difference in light of the fact they’ll probably just go pour the money into pharmeceuticals or something.
Tonight a lot of my wonderings got answered by some very sensible responses, such as a clarifying of the aim of this project as a symbolic rejection of arms by a huge national institution, rather than a “looky, we’re so ethical” sort of thing. That makes me feel a bit less like a crap “Make Poverty History” style aimless activist, so it’s all good. I’m liking the enthusiastic feel of the group, lots of people with lots to say and strategies to get things done, so onward with the letter writing! erm…
(This clearly won’t work, as bursars really aren’t going to say “ok, we’ll be nice people and disinvest”, but at least we’re giving them a chance to show they’re not a bunch o’ cunts before we go any further!).
Ooh and finally, I want to arrange a protest about the use of child labour and sweatshop conditions outside Disney in Cambridge sometime soon; anyone up for it?