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Saturday, December 24, 2016

Merry Christmas NHS

Let me tell you a story, especially that we are fast approaching Christmas and it’s nice to hear also positive things. Right when NHS is facing a crisis.

For all those who don’t know what NHS is, it is an abbreviation for National Health Service which is the main medical care in the UK, reminiscent of my communist past. Yes, this was my impression when I settled in the UK for good. NHS is one of the best medical systems in the world, and those who fight for its future are totally in the right. A system which cares for all citizens of a country, and provides more or less free medical care (even if those who work do contribute to paying into it) is something that the UK should try to keep.

My first encounter with the marvels of NHS happened 9 years ago when I entered this country in the most spectacular fashion. I travelled from Brussels to Birmingham on the plane in full blown psychosis, because my parents, in a rare glimpse of clarity, decided to try a new country for my treatment, especially that my mum lived already in the UK and didn’t want to be stuck in Brussels if I ended up in the hospital there.

I was angry with her for a while about that decision because I love Belgium with all my heart and know for sure that choices of food would be much better, even in the hospital, and I had also private insurance for the occasion.

But now, after all these years, and with newly acquired wisdom, I am thankful that she decided to bring me here, because after spending time in the local hospital, I realised that being a psychiatric patient isn’t that bad, that the UK is a great country and that I loved Sheffield. If not for that hospital I wouldn’t probably try my chances and apply for a PhD bursary here, which I won and somehow stayed much longer.

But so, the hospital. At that time, 9 years ago, NHS was in a much more relaxed form. Things have changed radically since then and not for the best, but I still recognise the goodness when I visit other patients or go and see my GP. And when I say ‘relaxed’, I mean it. Nurses were extremely nice, and staff working in the kitchen was over-helpful. I could order a salad for lunch if I wanted (patients stuck in the hospital now, take note, you can order a salad!), and also escape the premises much easier than in other hospitals, such as back in the Netherlands, where everything was locked, and it took me 2 weeks to come up with a strategy about how to escape the hospital. Not here. Staff members simply forgot to lock the doors, and me and another patient just walked out. She took a train to Manchester and was found there only a week later, as to me, I went to the nearest pub and got drunk. One thing they really struggle with, in the domain of psychiatry, is that they ban alcohol from the hospital’s premises, a strategy, I believe, which isn’t right. What is wrong with having a glass of wine while being in the hospital? Mhh?

It didn’t take them that long to find me, especially that they even sent helicopters to locate me, and when I was brought back, no one put me into isolation room or tried to drug me, as was the case back in the Netherlands. No, if anything, they announced on my arrival that I could have a nicer room with en-suite and helped me to move my stuff from another, much less cheerful room.

And so, right before Christmas, I would like to thank all the staff at NHS which helped me on my journey. You are all very kind and patient, Merry Christmas to you all!
(picture taken from NHS Million campaign)

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Madness and Shamanism

Every mad person is a potential shaman. Yes, I do believe so, and it is one of these rare truths being confirmed by massive historic evidence. Shamans, also known as medicine men, were the first healers on this planet, who would have direct link with the nature and spirit world, and by being able to use this connection (such as through hearing voices), were able to know how to heal a person, or at least, how to help this person find a correct path towards recovery or just die in peace.
(image found on
Moving back to the 21st century, where we are now, shamanism is a dying, or better said, twisted upside down skill. There are still, hardly to find, individuals, located in some remote places (such as in Africa), and where they are helped and even strongly encouraged, to develop their talent, which does require getting mad at first, and then being able to experience two worlds at once. Being here, and listening to the spirit world at the same time requires extensive stamina and bravery.  
But here, in the Western hemisphere, this shamanic skill (or call to heal, and it can be manifested differently, depending on the individual), is being repressed by the psychiatry.
Let me try to explain.
Michel Foucault, the French philosopher, was among the first, and is still the best person who was able to analyse the approach to madness from the point of view of power and institutions. As he says in many of his works (volumes and volumes, in fact), at some point in history, it was decided by those in power that all forms of weirdness should be controlled (otherwise, there is always this potential of resisting the status quo by those who see and hear things which matter), and the institution of psychiatry was created. Psychiatry is not just a domain of medicine, it is indeed an institution and as with every other institution,  it means that some abuse of power is always there.
Don’t take me wrong, I am not among those ‘mad’ individuals who think that the psychiatry as such is totally evil, that we should ban it like totally and just go on with our lives. In all honesty,  I think that a dialogue with psychiatry is needed, as well as  a more balanced approach towards people who experience weird stuff (hearing voices, being psychotic, being delusional, and so on), like a radical reform in mental health completely. But we are not there yet, and so, I am just arguing my point on my blog.
For instance, nowadays, if you have this misfortune of ending up in a psychiatric hospital (and the number is on the increase, due to pressure of our capitalistic, reality TV society), you will meet a psychiatrist at some point. He will sit you down and spend 5 minutes of his time (that’s the precise amount of time a leading consultant-psychiatrist has to spare on each patient once a week, because of cuts in the budget and struggling NHS), on telling you that you have a big problem, that you are not well, that what you hear and experience is not real, it is a disease, and then will end up by prescribing you a killing dose of medication and giving you a diagnosis, in most cases.
This is totally wrong.
Ok, yes, I was diagnosed as bipolar at some point, but after studying the domain of psychiatry and everything else (spirituality, shamanism, different belief systems, and so on), I came to the conclusion that if I still wanted to enjoy my life then I needed to take control of my illness, and not give this power to psychiatrists (as nice as some of them are, but I don’t think they understand madness properly and have to follow too many rules themselves, as in every institution). I learned that yes, I do need medication, unless I want to become a proper shaman and retire somewhere in a village in Siberia, but that I had to decide on the dosage myself. I mean, how can the psychiatrists be so sure, when they prescribe things (read about the diagnosis I gave to the psychiatry itself)? In 5 minutes time? Dealing with totally different personalities, needs and souls?
Well, they can’t.
And so my advice to all those who are diagnosed as mental, try to take madness into your own hands. Research it, question things, think about what it means to you, and most importantly, don’t allow to kill that nascent shaman inside you.
I am a shaman and I learned how to live in two parallel realities at once. It is a gift.
(do I look like a proper shaman or as a mad witch, mhh?)

Saturday, December 3, 2016

On being mental. Tips Number 3!

While being busy writing about politics, I kind of forgot to update my readers (I have no idea whom I am addressing, but still) about my own mental status, something I was writing extensively about on here before, since this blog is dedicated to madness. Madness is something I quite cherish since I do believe that those who hear and see things (the mental) are simply standing above all those who are stuck in being normal, especially taking into account such crazy things as Black Friday spending mania, watching endlessly reality TV, or thinking about the next car or house to buy. Being mad is, I think, a response of sanity to the world gone mad, something I also wrote in my article for Mad in America, which I then asked to remove for a year, because I got slightly paranoid and decided that if people will read that I am openly bipolar, they will stop talking to me on the streets.

I will write a special post on paranoia (one does have to, since that Matrix movie is not that far from the truth), but I rather give you some tips on how to prepare well for Christmas for now. Most of my advice is for the mad but I will try to incorporate something in between that ‘normal’ people can also use. I even reckon that those who are still walking without diagnoses might actually start adopting some, and you will understand what I mean, once you carry on reading this post.
So, in case you signed any stupid contract with a new IT provider or car insurance company (quite a few of them are now bombarding the public with offers), even with a close of ‘non-refundable’, you can always cancel anything as soon as you proclaim that you are mad.
For instance, I once ordered a full collection of jazz DVDs while being in a psychiatric hospital and using a computer at the staff room (they kindly allowed), but obviously, once I was back home, and after I had checked my bank account, I realised that I had done something totally stupid and called the company which sent me boxes and boxes of DVDs at once.
“Excuse-me, but it was sent already 4 weeks ago and it is not refundable!” The representative of the company which sent me the DVDs tried to explain.
“Excuse-me,” I answer while noticing with total bewilderment that I had also subscribed to all beauty magazines, as well as beauty boxes, standing in the corner of the room, ready to fall over the carpet under the weight, “I was in a psychiatric hospital when I ordered all that stuff. I was in full-blown up psychosis and can even send you a proof, such as a letter from my psychiatrist.”
Silence. And a long one. I think the guy was consulting the legal team or something.
“Ok, we will refund all the money and you can keep the DVDs, have a lovely day.”
You see? In all honesty, I didn’t expect that result at all, but it, obviously, made me thinking. Like, wait a moment, and how about trying to cancel the rest of all my purchases I did while being in the hospital and still managing to keep such nice things as that collection of creams I received because I did a year subscription on a beauty magazine (quite a few of them actually)? Mhh?
I did keep the collection of creams and I also managed to get a whole refund on that Belgian chocolate and wine I ordered to be delivered to the psychiatric hospital directly, sending the staff into total panic and banning me from the computer (finally). The wine had to be delivered to my mum, meanwhile, instead of the hospital, where I promised a party, to all other patients.
And so, dear mental patients here in the UK, I am so sorry that you have no longer any access to computers or internet in the staff’s room. That policy was changed after I visited the hospital and they had to rewrite that rule.
Sincere apologies,
Ekaterina (the mental)

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Western Media getting Mental. On Bullshit

Hello Everyone, and let me tell you something which you perhaps haven’t noticed yet or simply don’t know. The mainstream media in the Western world lost it entirely, or rather, so that I try to rephrase it, they are (like totally) lagging behind the rest of the world.
I already talked about the hysteria following the election of Trump, which, of course, reminded me of that tantrum after the ‘faux pas’ on the British political scene, which we will all remember as Brexit, for the rest of our lives.
The retardation of the mainstream media struck me something like a week ago, when The Guardian, yet again, published its propaganda material on Russia. I have to admit that I don’t even remember what the article was talking about (but the Guardian is definitely holding some sort of grudge against Russia), but I still have the picture of the article in my mind - Russian dolls portraying Putin and Trump, and if I could buy them somewhere, I would.
At that moment, when I saw the article, I made the decision that I will stop reading the Guardian for a while (just had a quick glance at the main page today, because I couldn’t resist it, obviously), because they also put my comments on moderation mode as I have the tendency to put a link to my blog in all my comments (what is wrong with that, may I ask?), and will switch to reading President Trump instead. Because the mainstream media doesn’t cover what really matters today, and forgot how to make the news entertaining and engage with the public.
President Trump does. For instance, if you log in on Twitter and start following him, you will be entertained, that’s for sure. He was already accused of tweeting once at 3am (what is wrong with that, may I ask?), but much more interesting is what he tweets about. An example. Yesterday he tweeted to New York Times, saying “I cancelled today's meeting with the failing @nytimes when the terms and conditions of the meeting were changed at the last moment. Not nice”. This follows on the dialogue he started to have with the newspaper, already back during the presidential race, when he gave the nickname to New York Times, as ‘failing’.

He also tweeted to the UK government, suggesting that Farage should represent The UK in the United States, which just confirmed my suspicion that Farage aims at becoming American.

Anyway, what I am trying to say is that nowadays it is the only chance to wake up our sleeping population (quite a few) and make them interested and engaged in politics again. So that all those who were asleep (including Liberal Democrats) would actually go and vote, read the news and start being interested in our political life, instead of watching endlessly something like Big Brother. There is so much going on now in the world, that this is your chance to keep the public entertained politically! And not continue that endless discourse about how bad is Russia (@failingguardian).
And to conclude, I would like to update you about some other news which happened this week and which do matter. For instance, the UK government passed a law that you can be legally hacked (hello surveillance), Quality Street removed one of their oldest sweets (how dare you!), and most importantly, Sheffield Hallam University and Sheffield Robotics had an amazing event (still ongoing) where the public could interact with real robots, see what is virtual reality and even take part in a script-workshop! Talk about engaging the public, you should ask Sheffield Hallam University how to do it!
As to the ‘failing’ Guardian, I would advise them to seriously update their game and instead of posting Russian dolls as their images, consult James Rowland on how to make great and interesting pictures, especially that he does specialise in political satire.

Here is one of his recent creations. At @Chitailova (me)

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Is Russell Brand an Ideology? Not sure he is, but I AM!

The question of whether Russell Brand can be an ideology was brought up by one of my students in media studies last Friday, when we were discussing the ideology. In order to help and bring you into the picture, ideology is a set of beliefs hold by an individual, group or society taken as granted, but which might not be true at all.

For instance, to give you an example, when I was born, on the 10th of July (which is a month of cancer) during the year of Dragon (I prefer to keep my age as a secret for the time being), it was in the socialist country of the Soviet Union, which was busy building communism at that time. I wasn’t questioning the ideal, of course not, because it was and still is, the best system that a society can have. To each, according to their needs, as Marx would say. In reality, however, this system is the absolute opposite of truth, since humans are too greedy to be able to ever make it happen.

Moving back to the UK, where I am now, we live in the capitalism, which is presented to us as the prefect structure, since we can all try to make money, appear on the X-Factor and try to lure beauty industry into believing that we are the next top model. Do you understand? Total rubbish, in other words.
And so, when the student asked me about Russell Brand and whether he can be analysed as an ideology, I have to say, I was smitten and for a couple of seconds (more like a whole bloody minute) lost my voice (which is rare, as I hardly ever can shut up during my seminars because I simply love teaching).

My first (internal dialogue) reaction was: WHAT? Followed by (still internal dialogue), I have no ‘f’ clue, and then arriving at the obvious conclusion that most of my students are geniuses.
I mean, who could ever think of Russell Brand as an ideology? He is a Brand, not an ideology!
But, that question has been chasing me for the whole week, to an extent that I have been researching it rigorously. The thing is, I was curious about Russell Brand before, because I remember that day when I was skipping some boring presentations at a conference, and since no clothes’ shops were in the proximity I went to the local academic bookshop. And here it was, that ‘Revolution’ book by Russell Brand, occupying the most prominent place, at the centre of the shop, storing hundreds of copies.

In all honestly, I was surprised to see it because I knew of Russell Brand as a comedian, and seeing him getting into politics with some hint at Marxism, stopped me on my track and I almost bought the book, but then remembered that I had to go back to the conference and a bag of purchase from a bookshop would betray me as the biggest procrastinator.
However, I did subscribe to his channel on Youtube and watch him occasionally, because I do find him funny and he has quite refreshing and interesting view on politics. As quoted from Wikipedia, “British commentator Joan Smith dismissed Brand as the "canny self-publicist" who indulges in "waffle about 'revolution'" as "one celebrity, I'm afraid, who's more idiot than savant."
But I disagree with such criticism! It might be that Joan Smith is an idiot herself. For instance, if Russell Brand actually voted (he encouraged sabotaging elections for a number of times), he could indeed become an ideology, especially if he delivers on his promise ‘We’ve got to do something’ and does shake up the current prevailing thinking that we live in some sort of democracy. He is also a very nice and kind man, and all the money from the book goes to charity. And looking at his date of birth, 14th of June 1975, he has all the chances to become a politician. His year of birth is the Rabbit, and according to the Chinese, rabbits can make great career in the political sphere. His month of birth represents Gemini, who are natural leaders and end up with a lot of followers.
So, yes, let’s watch this space in terms of Russell Brand becoming a leader of some new political party.
But coming back to me, and my title, I started to think that I could become an ideology myself! You see, I am mental (officially so) and my belief about madness is that it is not an illness but a gift from God. Some of us are blessed with seeing, and I do belong to the group. I also possess all the necessary narcissistic skills to actually build up on my theory of me being an ideology and will update you on that in my next post.
I am stuck with the ideas about how to call my ideology though, so, please, do comment with some suggestions!
Sincerely yours,

Ekaterina (ideology), PhD

Thursday, November 10, 2016

The Big Tantrum following Trump’s election needs some analysis

Having put this in the title, I will go straight to the point and explain that tantrum can’t be analysed.
The definition of the tantrum, if I rephrase it from an online dictionary, is an uncontrollable outburst of anger and frustration, which we usually witness in a young child. I know what it means because I have a child myself.
Tantrums can’t be explained, they can’t be analysed, and the only way to deal with them is to either endure or try to bring the attention (of the individual having a tantrum) elsewhere. To something nice, like offering chocolate or promising to buy a toy. It isn’t like I am trying to teach you some bad parenting skills, but I am building up my absolutely brilliant psychology technique in order to attempt to lure you into reading about some treats, which will come up at the end of this post. Beware!
The tantrum of today, I have to say, wasn’t coming from my own child, but from the Western liberal media. As on that morning following the Brexit (my post on Brexit Affair) I was sitting with my cup of coffee and processing the news with what I hoped was a smug face (simply because I didn’t want Clinton to win, and I explain my reasons as to why in my post about American elections), but my facial expression quickly changed into total bewilderment since it was quite clear that the Western media of today was having not just a tantrum, but a mass hysteria, reminiscent of the uprising we can witness in the Hunger Games. 

I checked the Guardian (where one article promises us that Trump will destroy his country), then switched to Daily Mail (just to be sure that they were on top of their game and not telling us something new about the Kardashians), and the conclusion was clear.
A fucking revolution is in the making.

I have to admit that I did have a couple of chuckles, despite the obvious seriousness of the situation and even listened, yet, again to the song by Robbie Williams, ‘Party Like a Russian’, since he, quite obviously, was singing about the Americans, and judging from his sense of humour, it looks like he predicted the result. That Trump would win.

I even listened (again and again, because I love it!) to the song ‘Rise’ by Katy Perry, because she is having an emotional outburst on Twitter, and in the scenario that she does plan any revolution, I am on, because it sounds like a lot of fun, especially if she marches first with a flag in her hand. I will bring my own Russian flag, just in case, because we, Russians, do know how to party, so, don’t forget to invite me along.
And so, the mass hysteria is, obviously, calming down, right at this very moment, because Trump is not an idiot (how come then that he did win the elections? Mhh? By Magic?) but a clever businessman and managed to charm the world leaders into believing that he knows his game.
I don’t know about you, but I will watch with the increased anticipation his next move, and while he might destroy his country, the main fact is that he won, and the tantrum of the press and Facebook outpouring is simply a reflection of retardation of the society which allowed this result in the first place. Maybe, it will wake up, finally. One day.
Which leads me to the talk about the treats I promised, to all those who are still having a tantrum.
For those who want to know what will happen next, I would send you to the best psychic I know in the UK (here is her site Strange Little Cottage). For those who need some yoga retreat or relaxation (like Miley Cyrus) I would recommend to go for advice to the guys at Manna Life Source (here is the link to Manna Life Source). They are based in 3 different countries and so, it is easy to get to one of their spiritual workshops. I did one and it helped me a lot. Especially when I am facing or having a tantrum. I just breathe.

Another thing which helps is going to the Church and pray. I personally plan to attend one this Sunday. You see, I love visiting them.

Monday, November 7, 2016

On the matter of vaping (e-cigarette). The beauty product of today!

As promised in my video on feminism where I said I would tell why I enjoy beauty products while still being a feminist (MY VIEW ON FEMINISM), I didn’t deliver and wrote about Brexit instead (The Brexit Affair).
I got side-tracked by the obvious development in the Brexit melodrama (the ruling by the High Court), but today it is a calm day before the upcoming storm of the American elections tomorrow, and therefore, I reckoned that it is a good opportunity to talk about something nice happening within the beauty industry, which is the Phenomenon of Vaping.

I have to admit, rather reluctantly, that the idea that it might belong to the domain of the beauty industry, came from the French press, which I was reading last Wednesday morning, an activity I do engage in occasionally, since I like to compare what different media outlets talk about depending on where they are based.
And so, I was sitting with my coffee and my e-cigarette, enjoying both vaping and drinking my coffee, when I saw that one of the headlines in the French press was about a mega study made in the UK about the benefits of using the e-cigarette in order to stop smoking (here is the link to the original article French press getting lost in their own research).

In my defense it was quite early and I still needed two more cups of coffee in order to wake up properly, and so I missed the fact that the authors of the article actually provided a link to that major research that the UK made (such as a single article published 2 months previously, here is a link: UK Mega Research on e-cigarette). And therefore, I went into the accusation mode in my video (watch me introducing the phenomenon of vaping), and pointed out to the fact that the French press is lagging behind the rest of the world in terms of where they dig out their info. Just to give you an idea, while they did provide the link to an article which was published in September, if you read the article properly (which I did), it is just a review of the study which was done as far away as 2014. ‘Bonjour la Temporisation’.
But I should stop criticizing the French press and rather applaud them for their remarkable insight into the beauty of the e-cigarette.
Yes, it is rather good for your health especially for addicts like me, and I did research (quite extensively) as to why I used to smoke and why I now vape.
So, I read, and read on about what the psychologists wrote about it (obviously, quite a lot), and decided that the prize of absolute stupidity still belongs to Sigmund Freud.
After all it was him, who, while chain-smoking, came up with his grandiose theory that everything we do in our lives, has some sort of sexual connotation. Men suffer from Oedipus complex (for the rest of their lives), and women have that Electra thing going on until they die.

And of course, he had his thoughts (sexually-oriented) about smoking and cigarettes.
It is rather unfortunate that Freud is dead and I can’t argue with him and call him an idiot, but I will still express my opinion.
I vape because I, fucking, love it!
That’s it, no hidden agenda behind, whatsoever.

Thursday, November 3, 2016


Let me tell you a tale. Shakespeare himself would be bewildered by the next twist in this story, but allow me trying to sing it off. Well, kind of.
The story in itself (The Brexit affair) reminds me of one of the best psycho-dramas of all times. It has a beginning (well, kind of, and I will elaborate on it in the next paragraph), a disturbance of equilibrium (like the ruling of the High Court today), several mises en scenes, as well as dramatic changes of characters (from Cameron to May, from Hammond to Johnson, and from Farage being very British, to aiming at becoming American). We all know the narrative as well. The end is, however, and not very subtly, totally unclear, reminding me of that song ‘Are we Nearly there Yet’ that somehow all children end up singing at their Christmas play, here in the UK. And this is why, in my humble opinion, it fits more the genre of psycho-drama, rather than tragedy-comedy, but Shakespeare might disagree.

The beginning can be traced right back to when the EU was created, but I will skip the history part and go to my personal ‘affair’ with Brexit. Unlike most of my friends who woke up on the 24th of June with the impression that they had a ‘bad trip’, I, in all honesty, was sitting with a smug face, while drinking my coffee and reading the Guardian, processing the news that the UK voted out. My inner satisfaction wasn’t due to the result (I had an emotional outbreak later that day and fell out with half of my Facebook friends) but because I won a family argument. In the month of May, we all traveled to Dover by car (to spend our holidays in the other part of the EU, over the channel), which is something like five hours from Sheffield, and as any other family, we broke into an argument two hours into the drive.
The fallout was around Brexit. We are all Europeans in my family, and as it happens, all academics and so, my mum and my step-dad were telling me that ‘they will vote to remain, because they are not stupid! Just wait and see!’ I, however, was telling the opposite, ‘THEY WILL VOTE OUT’. You see, I do travel to work by train, and it didn’t take me too long to conclude that people in the North would simply vote out as a vote against the establishment. It is not the same as ‘Winter is Coming’ from Games of Thrones, but it isn’t that far off. Just visit Doncaster.

So, on that historic morning of the 24th of June, I called my mum.
                “Ha-ha-ha, so who is the smartest, the cleverest, the most insightful in the family, ah????”
I have to admit that my mum is better at maths.
In the next week or so though, I, obviously, started to become quite concerned. Would I, like, be deported from the country? Would they separate us from our cat, who is British and was born here, while I wasn’t? How to stay in the country which I deeply love but which suddenly became rather hostile? Not towards me, personally, but to foreigners in general?

I was upset until it struck me that people in the government don’t have a fucking clue about what to do next themselves. Despite May’s reassurance to Beware the Ides of March 2017, it is not necessary going to happen. Someone actually got the guts and took the government to court. The Brexit as such, is not a question of to be or not to be, it has already happened, but how it will end, this only God does know.

And while the ruling of High Court might be just a temporary diversion, I will still get a glass of champagne and party like a Russian (WATCH ME MAKING RUSSIAN BREAKFAST), especially that tomorrow I will get the new CD of my favorite British singer, Robbie Williams.

The Brexit Affair – British humour at its best.

Monday, October 31, 2016

One Russian feminist explains her problem with the feminism

Happy Halloween everyone! Like today is actually the 31s and we reached, finally, the destination.

On this particularly scary, but otherwise, lovely day (it was nice and sunny in the UK), I would like to come back to the term I introduced in my last post on feminism (In response to some latest feminist bullshit)


To try to define it in some kind of academic way, I would probably describe it as a ‘movement which fakes spirituality and feminism in order to make women who still care about the way they look, feel guilty about themselves’.  The word ‘chatte’ comes from French and means pussy, and humbly enough, I do think that it is an appropriate description of what is currently happening within the feminist movement.

In other words, it is feminism turning upon itself. As I explain it in my video I made today (WATCH ME TALKING!), on this beautiful Halloween day, there are currently 3 waves of feminism. I will spare you from the ordeal of going into the details and trying to describe each wave, as it is actually much easier to get a fork, put some spaghetti on it and roll it up.

This is what I was, as a matter of fact, trying to do in my video of today but it didn’t show because of the angle of my camera. And I will make a video as to why I hold my camera in this way (together with my students), because it is fucking a MOBILE PHONE, not a proper camera! So, I hold it the way it is supposed to be held, ok????

But back to feminism. While the researchers are still debating on the precise definition of each wave and what they mean (they, like, quite, obviously, don’t get it themselves), there is already a fourth wave in the making, which is perhaps, like, really, would fit into my anti-chatte definition perfectly well.

So, if I borrow one of the descriptions of this wave from Wikipedia (guilty as charged), it says that the fourth wave is: “Besides online feminism, the fourth wave has been associated with the increased focus on intersectionality, including the repudiation of trans-exclusionary radical feminism and a focus on solidarity with other social justice movements.”

WHAT???? Excuse me, I am an academic myself but when I see texts like that, I kind of get as to what might be wrong within some research in academia today, and why no one reads the treatises of academics apart from academics themselves.

I do get the combination of ‘radical feminism’ though and I just want to scream ‘NO’!!!! Enough of this shit, all right? Why not to go nice and easy back to the first wave and start things anew?

You see, I do still consider myself as a feminist (first wave) but I totally disagree with the latest attempt to take femininity out of women and ask men to slam doors into our faces. Personally, I do want to remain feminine and I think that we should re-introduce some chivalry in men, because otherwise, we will soon all march like robots, without recognising who is a man and who is woman, and then it won’t be just scary Halloween, but some kind of Nightmare from the Battle of Sexes. And I don’t want to end up there.
I rather stay where I am now, on this already scary Halloween day

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Why I hate Halloween (and not for obvious reasons)

Happy Halloween everyone

Now, with some good wishes over, I will go straight to the point. Like my letter to the government of the UK I had to compose yesterday evening, and since, well, I don’t know where exactly to address the government on Saturday evening, I simply put it on Facebook. So, here it is, with some corrections and embellishment (thank you my friends on Facebook). THE LETTER:

Dear the UK government and especially, the department of 'education'.
I find it as my personal due to bring your attention to the following (especially that I am kind of, having an 'angry' evening):
Instead of aiming your absolute stupidity (pardon me, for saying the truth) at the 4-5-6 years old and ruining their childhoods, because they have to know the table of multiplication by the age of 6, learn the difference between noun and adjective, and how to structure their sentences at 6!!!!!!!!!, You should probably re-aim your attention at the adult population of THE country.
Like, for instance, starting with history. If I were you, instead of sending the immigrants to that absolutely hilarious test 'Life in the UK' (and I passed it with great honors, just out of curiosity, and now, with some reflection on my part, I realise that I
 rather keep my European  citizenship after the Brexit, and travel to Europe in style, instead of queuing for a visa, which I have done for the majority of my own adult life), you should ask the 'natives' to do that test.
Then, they would know that Halloween doesn't start till the 31s and that it is actually a great pagan celebration, and that Halloween is not the same as the fucking Bonfire night (which I am already dreading), but this year it started even one and half weeks earlier because people, like, quite, obviously, don't have a fucking clue. And I am aware that it is also the great Diwali celebration (starting today), but, being a good neighbour, I know for a fact that two houses in front, and three houses behind my garden don’t have any Indian population living in them. You are welcome to visit to check.
Send them back to school (the ‘native’ British population), that's my opinion (and it would help, under the current circumstances, like following that Brexit debacle, to know what the BONFIRE night stands for).
I am writing all this, because I have a ruined evening. You see, I hoped to put my son to bed at a reasonable time (like 20, 8pm), so that he is rested and ready for the next tortuous period he will face at school, starting next week (learning times 4 or 5, or whatever, but it doesn't matter, because boys at his age, are simply NOT ready), but of course, the morons of neighbours (like, quite a few of them) are celebrating the BONFIRE night, with sending fireworks NON stop for already more than an hour. And as I remember from last year and the year before and so on, it will go on well into the night, for the whole bloody week, and well after, because then, it is fucking CHRISTMAS.
My son is, obviously, scared, he can't sleep, and shouts for some cuddles every two minutes, which is fine, provided that I also have some time off for myself, later. Like drinking some wine and listening to relaxing music to rewind my brain, get some sleep (which, obviously, won't happen now), and be a good mum in the morning, so that I can help him to face the school on Monday. My son goes to an excellent school, I have to admit, and they do what they can to make it nice and cheerful, but it is hard even for them, because you ask the 6 years old to sit for the SATs at the end of this year.
But of course, I won't have this opportunity now (wine, relaxation, and good sleep), because your government's attention is on useless things, while, (that if I were you,) I would start with addressing the problems inside the country (and not outside) and start with educating the British population (the adult part) on what it means to be a good neighbour and why the NHS is facing an increase in mental health disorders.

Ekaterina N (PhD)

Thursday, October 27, 2016

In response to some latest feminist bullshit

Let me start by saying loud and clear that I am a feminist. I provide for myself, think that women should be treated as equally as men, and try themselves in any jobs they want.
However, as I noticed lately, to my greatest chagrin, I became quite confused about what being a feminist actually means. Sometimes, I even suspect that one needs first to become a total moron, in order to win the right to be called a feminist.
I will try to explain.
Let’s ignore all that menstruation protests (in order to pay less for tampons), campaigns for not shaving the legs, and anti-wax movements, and just present the latest example of the feminist bullshit of lately.
The new song by Pussy Riot, called the Vagina or something like that (you can watch it here Latest Idiotism by Pussy Riot).
In my opinion, this video clip shows quite clearly what has become wrong with feminism and being associated with the movement (and I have to reiterate now, that I do consider myself as a feminist, but apparently I am being stuck somewhere in the 70ies from what I can see).
Pussy Riot (just to update you on their background) is that Russian group which became famous by storming a Russian Orthodox Church in Moscow (some tips on how to become famous can be found here Pussy Riot storming the church). Personally, I don’t mind their opinion on the Russian politics, etc, but I do mind as to how they present women, and since they are, well, Russians, I find it as my personal duty to tell you the following: Russian women don’t go to the toilette like that, don’t dress like that, and I don’t want to know the shop which sells the kind of lingerie they are wearing in their latest video.
Their music clip, however, does reflect a quite disturbing latest trend in the feminist movement. That in case you do shave your legs, take care of your appearance, and (god forbid it) wear some make-up and like clothes and creams, then you are not a feminist.
If you do still want to belong to the movement, you need to wear something like that:

That’s me in the picture, and no, I wouldn’t wear a hat like that, unless I am accompanying my son to a Halloween party.
I do like clothes, creams, shaving my legs, and taking care of my appearance. And don’t tell me, I am not a feminist.
So, in the next post I will try to come up with a new term for this new trend, as I think that we should dissociate, like quite urgently, feminism from anti-femininity, which I decided to name ‘The anti-chatte movement’.  ‘CHATTE’ comes from French and means Pussy.
Watch my latest video where I cut my ponytail and explain what I think of the video by Pussy Riot (MY VIDEO)

Monday, October 24, 2016

‘Party like a Russian’? Let’s have a good look at the Americans

As some of you know Robbie Williams (a British singer- just explaining to those who don’t know who he is) released his single ‘Party like a Russian’ around 3 weeks ago. You can find it here Robbie Williams's video

Personally, I don’t know who parties like that, but Robbie is singing about the OLIGARCHS, and while I don’t know any Oligarch personally myself, I definitely have an opinion on them, the big fucking morons who reaped the nation off, that’s what they are.

I made my own video, explaining my feelings on what Robbie Williams did wrong in his music clip (watch it here My video), going into the details about how to eat a certain product shown in Robbie Williams's song (buckwheat). To cut it short (since I decided to hide the video), you first cook buckwheat, you don't serve it raw (#PR team of Robbie Williams having skipped a lecture on Russia).
But let me tell you rather something new, which is that while everyone is going on about the Russians and oligarchs and how Putin tries to control the whole world, we kind of missed that meanwhile the United States of America became an oligarchy itself, much more fucked up than Russia ever was (and I am not the one who named it as such).

For instance, in the upcoming elections people of the United States of America have a following choice:

1.      Vote for a women’s harasser (Trump), but, otherwise, a very charming man.

2.      Vote for a suspected criminal who supported much more than a women’s harasser (a total hypocrite) and will move him into the White house in case she wins (Clinton).

Which gives us:

But let’s move back to the individual components of the American candidates.

Trump is not that good, for obvious reasons. If he would stop some hate speech he managed to produce, personally I would be all right with that ‘groping’ scandal. Well, kind of, provided that I wouldn’t meet him personally, that’s it. In all honesty, I don’t even get what people are going on about. And don’t throw back at me all that feminist stuff, as I stopped believing in it. Well, in the fourth wave, I am still a feminist, sort of. 
But let's abandon all that feminist talk, and reveal something much more interesting about Clinton. If you ask my humble opinion, she just incorporates everything which shows what has gone wrong with feminism. I am not going to discuss her personally, but her character does prompt me to go the bathroom and puke.

Let’s all remember what she and her husband did to that young intern, Monica Lewinsky. It, of course, started with her husband who was stumbling for quite a while (like fucking ages) to admit that he did have an affair with that poor young woman. I think that we should all remember it, like right now, and put Monica Lewinsky on a stage, applaud her, give her flowers and publicly all apologise for what was done to her and how she was treated. Because I don’t need to be a genius (even if secretly, I might be one…mmm) to conclude that she was a VICTIM in that very unpleasant situation.

Now, if you do try that feminist stuff on me, what I would do, if I were a wife of Bill Clinton, I would throw him out of the house and PUBLICLY condemn.

Hilary Clinton though did nothing of that, just the opposite. She stood up with her husband, gave all kinds of silly excuses for his behaviour, and also made sure that Monica Lewinsky would have a miserable life. It is only recently that Monica started to come out of the shadow, and I do hope that she is happy. She deserves it, the Clintons first need to make a public apology.

So, do you want that couple to move back into the White House?

I DON’T. Because I am a feminist and I didn’t forget what happened to Monica Lewinsky. So, if I were you (an American citizen), I would either not vote, or vote for Trump, even if he does seem slightly confused. 
This post is getting way too long. So, I will just make a small summary as to why Hilary Clinton is a suspected criminal and should never run any country. She messed up with that mails big time, and she doesn't like Russia.

(this brilliant picture of Clump I first saw on the page of 'This is it' on Facebook, here is the link to their page: This is it)