This week has been bollocks. One day its hot, then it’s pissing down. Its windy (when is it not windy in Baku!) My housekeeper is away for the week which sucks massively because I really do depend on her far too much, she is totally the person that keeps us from living in filth. I always was a terrible housewife, 10 years of not cleaning my own toilets has not improved my skills any. Yes I am fully aware how spoiled and first world problem that sounds.

The problem with my amazingly wonderful housekeeper being away is that it forces me to do something that I never do. I have had to spend a lot of time in my own company this week. I used to be very good at it, in fact I loved it so much I used to go on long walks even in the boiling heat of Dubai. Currently though I suck at it. Being on my own only serves to remind me of the things I should be doing but haven’t started yet (like assignments for my creative writing course and an assessment for my TELF qualification). It gives me too much time to think. Thinking isn’t really my thing at the moment either, my brain seems to be stuck on things in the past. Not somewhere I fancy living to be honest. Some of it is linked to the horrendous news story that is everywhere about the dirty fucking rapist who received only a 6 month prison sentence for sexually assaulting an unconscious woman on the Stanford college campus. It makes my blood boil, like really fucking seethe with anger. This is the story LINK TO NASTY RAPIST STORY

I feel a rant coming on…
6 months is a “a steep price … for 20 minutes of action” – Give me a break! That 20 minutes of “action” was your son raping an unconscious woman behind a dumpster. That was not him “getting some”, that was your son changing a young woman and her life forever. Your son is a scumbag, your speech shows me where it comes from.
“He will never be his happy-go-lucky self with that easy-going personality and welcoming smile,” he wrote of his son. – Really is that what you think? Because do you know what I think? I think his victim is the person who will never be who she was before the night your son decided to rape her. She will be the one who trusts less, who finches when someone she loves touches her, who second guesses peoples intentions. It is his victim who will wonder if she will always be this angry, who will always know that your son took from her not just her choice but her reputation too because that’s how our world works. She will be the one who knows that there are people who believe she was drinking so she was at fault. Your son made her a statistic, your son made her one of the 1 in 3. Believe me when I say it’s not a club anyone ever wishes to join.
“A prison sentence would have a severe impact on him,” said the judge. – Guess what else has a severe impact on someone, being raped that’s what. Knowing you were assaulted while unconscious, that you were used, treated like less than a person, like garbage. That is what has a severe impact. “I think he will not be a danger to others.” – For real? Because I agree with his victim, if it hadn’t been her it would have been someone else. He didn’t just fall over and accidentally sexually assault someone by mistake. He made a choice, he chose to degrade an unconscious woman. If that’s not a dangerous person then I’m unsure what is classed as dangerous.

I despair for the world my daughter has to grow up in.