And When Bookygirl Gets Bored…

Bookygirl has finally resurfaced over at her blog after another lay-off, with various eyebrow raising tales to tell as ever.

Even if you did have Keynote, chances are the damn thing would crash!

(‘But Keynote never crashes!’ the Apple children call. Oh bloody YEAH?)

Elsewhere, she did a video on lesbianism (don’t get too excited, it was a video about it, not an episode of ‘Hollyoaks’!). We are however confused as to what a pansexual is – the people that put the sauce into saucepans? Mind you, if the March Violets can perv off over radiators, and Rflong7/13 about magic gnomes, we suppose anything’s possible!

One of us thinks Bookygirl looks like Emma Roberts – right down to the teeth. The other thinks they ought to be asking for their money back from that optician they go to!

A ‘f**king GSA meeting’?

Bloody hell, we realise in a recession all clubs and voluntary organisations are fighting to attract members, but couldn’t you lot have settled for coffee and biscuits, or made it a cheese and wine if you wanted to really push the boat out!

But next came the part when the jokes stopped, when Bookygirl discovered the hard way why National Coming Out Day is one ‘celebration’ well overdue its bin-by-date.

First of all, NCOD is a relic from an era when gays were persecuted legally as well as by society and it served to show society that they came from all manner of backgrounds. In the 21st century however (at least in most nations), times and legislation have changed, and there’s no more any need for anyone to publicly declare what floats their boat as part of some socio-political point than there is for heterosexuals to publicly declare theirs.

But the worst of it in today’s era is that it is easier for people to do it on the internet rather than face to face. That is a double-edged sword, for it is also highly impersonal, and can feel like a slap in the face to family and friends that they weren’t told first, and only got to learn about something personal and important to someone they loved along with the rest of the planet in their Twitter/Facebook/My Space account or whatever.

You can guess what happened next:

Poor Bookygirl. Now this Tom mentioned here is another part of the problem with ‘coming out days’…

… ‘gotten a lot closer’ – anyone else hearing alarm bells ringing? Especially considering how much Bookygirl’s gone to lengths to explain it away.

Of course, it could all be ‘just good friends’, but if six months down the line they end up more than that (the heart is a funny thing…), that’s Bookygirl painted herself into a bit of a corner with everyone after publicly nailing her colours to the mast she’s a lesbian (and sorry people, there is a difference – a big difference – between bisexuality and homosexuality).

And that’s the reason why ‘coming out days’  are a bad idea. There’s little enough love in this world without bastardising your own personal feelings into becoming a cause – and before anyone says ‘what about gay rights?’, that is an issue for everyone, regardless of sexual preference, and what way you swing (gay, straight, bi, from a trapeze whilst whistling ‘Waxie’s Dargle’, etc).

Let people find out what sends your heart a-flutter the same way they find out what music you like, what TV show’s cast you believe deserves boiled in used chip fat, etc; through the normal discourse of your interpersonal network – not as part of some public parade.

Or via your blog – after all, they’re not like Twitter/Facebook (the junkmail-bumpaper combined of the internet: ‘Hey peeps, I just bought myself a coffee in Starbucks’... oh really, we’re so happy for you!); the only people that ever do read blogs are people that are interested in you!