Is it ever OK to commit a crime? Please explain.
Sigh! This is me answering, so as usual for these kinds of question expect a convoluted ‘it depends’ response! If we agree that committing a crime is breaking a law, then the assumption is that the law being broken will be fair and just for all. And yet the world over, countries have laws that are anything but fair and just for all.
One hundred years ago Suffragettes broke the law here in the UK when protesting against women being denied the vote. Right up until 1967 otherwise perfectly innocent gay men in the UK were saddled with criminal records simply by loving people in a way the law said was wrong. Girls and women here had millions of back street abortions before the law changed, also legalising abortion in 1967.
So to get to my answer – if the law in question protects one set of people over another, is deliberately set out in a particular way in order to frustrate, discriminate and disenfranchise and to maintain a particular status quo that reeks of social inequality throughout the entire societal structure and hierarchy, then in my book, in absolutely extreme situations where all else fails, damn right it’s OK to commit a crime if that’s what it takes to highlight and try to change said social inequality once and for all.
Do you deal with change well?
Yes and no… I like to have routine and ritual in my life, but then I also like to shake things up a bit from time to time when stuff starts to feel a bit stagant.
Do you like birds? The sound of birdsong in the morning, taking pictures of them, as food?
Birdsong – absolutely. Bird pictures, not so much – but if I ever got myself a good telephoto lens that might change. Food – yum! Chicken is my absolute go-to favourite, duck and goose not so much, Game birds – no thanks, the meat is just too strong for me.
What’s the least-used item of clothing you own?
I have a beautiful long black bias cut velvet dress I bought in a sale once for really silly money (ie genuinely an absolute bargain!).
I know everyone is supposed to have a Little Black Dress that sees them through every eventuality, and although I’m not a very smart-dress person I actually own three black dresses along three different levels of formality, for different occasions. One is an above the knee black lace skater-style party dress, one is a below the knee plain ‘interview and funeral’ dress, and the other is the more formal floor-length velvet number.
The party dress gets worn very occasionally – I’m really not a party animal – and the interview and funeral dress gets worn as necessary, but to date the beautiful velvet dress has never yet been worn. But it hangs dutifully in my wardrobe just incase I ever need it… 🙂