Archive for the ‘Topical’ Category

Clear positioning

Tuesday, March 28th, 2006

In the time I spent working as a copywriter for an advertising company, probably the most important thing I learnt was that every piece of work I produced had to speak for itself, and the clarity of the message was paramount. If I were to work on a campaign, it was vital that the different elements worked together to portray the same message.

So I am left confused at the recent discordant message being transmitted on issues of rape and female abuse. At the same time as a swishy ad campaign attempts to inject levity into an issue which is surely anything but frivolous, judges have called for a lightening of sentences for convicted rapists which would equate to almost 15%. The justification for this is that prison regimes are now harder than previously.

We must have all read the statistics which have been repeated across the various papers: only 1 in 20 reported rapes ends in a conviction; it is believed that this is an even smaller figure when compared with how many cases are actually reported. And these figures are brought to life by the stories which we are daily bombarded with – Mary Ann Leneghan’s brutal rape and murder, the teenager in Manchester who raped four girls aged between 7 and 12., the constant attacks by men on vulnerable women.

Now I am aware I am starting to sound tabloidy in my ranting, and that is not my intention. But until there is a clearer policy on rape I just don’t see that anything will change. So the horrendous results which Amnesty’s report last year yielded are not surprising when the people who uphold the law feel that cutting sentences back is acceptable. As a reminder, these are the findings: ‘one third of those surveyed believe that women who flirt are partly at fault if someone rapes them. A third see women as being “partially or wholly” responsible for being raped if they are intoxicated. Finally, more than a quarter of those interviewed think women invite rape to some extent if they wear seductive clothing.’

It has been widely reported in shocked tones that the ad campaign being run at the moment cost the government £400 000. This is a paltry budget, and it should be noted how it compares to other big news stories which featured advertising spends: Anderson’s rebrand to Accenture which cost £175 million in 2001; around £18 million spent by both the Tories and Labour in their bid to win the last election. Just this month, Teletext launched a £6 million advertising campaign to modernise itself. Jamie Oliver is thought to earn over £1 million per year for fronting Sainsbury’s. And you can be sure that all of the corporate campaigns which spend this much money have people both from the agency and the corporation who ensure that a company’s brand or proposition is communicated internally so that everything the company does is kept ‘on message’.

I think it is time that everyone involved in campaigning and legislating against rape gets together and makes sure they know what their message is. Because as a woman I could lay to one side my concern about the message of the campaign itself – that the responsibility in sex lies entirely with the man – if I felt that the result would be a reduction in rape. Instead it feels like a highly visible thing for the government to do, to be seen to be doing the right thing.

Make Tyranny History

Monday, July 4th, 2005

I have been quite upset by some of the nay-sayers that Bob Geldof has attracted through his fronting of the Make Poverty History campaign. I am confident that his motivation is pure, and I think that the awareness that Make Poverty History and Live 8 have raised of global poverty and trade imbalance is an important tool in the campaign to alleviate these injustices.

However, on one small point I agree with some of his detractors. It is vital that aid and debt relief do not go to countries where bad governance mean that the finances stop with corrupt government officials. In Ghana, one of the 18 countries which has secured debt relief, everyone I spoke to said that World Bank, UN and IMF reports which hold the country up as a model of development and progress belie the reality of corruption which still exists there. These comments are borne out by Transparency International’s latest Global Corruption Barometer

I strongly believe that countries like America and the UK would do well to stop hypocritically condemning countries where their methods of corruption are not as sophisticated, and are therefore more easily exposed. And I think that Make Poverty History and Live8’s messages of getting the money in regardless of the bad example of a few African leaders is the right message to be preaching. However I think that there is a pressing need to ensure that in countries where aid is being given and debt cancelled, the right people benefit, and unless corruption is tackled throughout Africa and the developing world, this cannot be effectively targeted. This needs to be done concurrently with, not before, such initiatives as Make Poverty History, because the lifting of the burden of desperate and unnecessary poverty that Make Poverty History is trying to tackle is critical and needs to begin now.

Of course, the extreme of this corruption and bad governance is seen in Zimbabwe, which has unfortunately been back in the news these last few weeks. People I have spoken to there say that the situation is worse than ever – the people have had their human and basic civic rights taken away from them already, and now their homes and businesses are being decimated.

Make Tyranny History is a website set up by Zimbabwean human rights campaigners which shows 4 simple different ways that you can help the people of Zimbabwe restore dignity and democracy to their lives. Please check the site out, and forward it to your contacts.

The Youth of Today…

Friday, June 3rd, 2005

Yesterday I went to have my nails done in one of my sporadic ‘yikes! I really need to get myself looking normal’ grooming fits. The ‘technician’ [for fuck’s sake] soon struck up a conversation with me about the music station playing, Magic TV.

I am a bit of a fan of Magic FM, often tuning it in on a Sunday morning, or when I am having a relaxing evening bath, or other occasions when the frenetic pace of Xfm, with their playlists of The Kaiser Chiefs et al seems inappropriate, or the calming drone of ‘Women’s Hour’ a tad soporific. I am not a fan, however, of dull, forced conversations, and have been known to spend a whole two hours glowering from under my fringe at hairdressers attempting to strike up a conversation with me with such original gems as ‘Are you going anywhere nice on your holidays?’, ‘Got any plans for the weekend?’ and ‘Weather looks like its going to turn out nice.’

I tried to let her outpouring of banality wash over me (under normal circumstances I would have been digging my finger nails into my palms in exasperation), and was struggling to contort my face into something resembling friendly attentiveness, when she commented on a Bryan Ferry song, saying ‘Now, play your average Will Young song in 25 years time and no one will feel this sort of nostalgia’. As she paused for breath, the song came to an end to be replaced by an ad for that little twat of a Crazy Frog.

I took the opportunity to vent some of the spleen and spume some of the bile her wittering had caused to build up, by directing it instead at the television, commenting that while I didn’t know how the cacophony could have outsold Coldplay four to one, I didn’t think much to Coldplay’s offering anyway. Her response caused me to have to exercise such control over my facial expression that my hands shook with laughter, and I still have a little chip mark in my otherwise immaculate ‘Notting Hill’ coloured nails.

‘It’s because most of our youngsters are listening to this that they’re all on ASBOs’, she said. ‘Take those kids who hung [sic] that boy up in Yorkshire….’ I blocked out her voice by paying full attention to the amphibian oddity.

I am so glad to see that, despite being bombarded with such music, my technician has managed to keep her powers of reasoning intact. The moral fabric of our society is safe.

Carbon Cards

Tuesday, May 31st, 2005

On the day that Ryanair announced huge year on year profits, ‘Green Week’, the European Commission’s annual conference showcasing the European Union’s environment policy, has begun.

The link between these two events is that aviation pollution is responsible for the highest rising levels of carbon emissions in the UK, and the surge in global air travel is thus having a huge impact on speeding up climate change. In amongst all the worries I had over the elections and who I could possibly vote for with a clear conscience, my main concern was that in the end, none of the policies will matter if we don’t get environmental policies working first. And I think that one of the biggest problems with getting people to change their behaviour with environmental issues is that not only is the government not forcing us to make sounder choices, making them isn’t even made that easy – which, coupled with an apathetic and uninformed attitude from the public, means that being ‘green’ is still regarded by many as the choice of lesbians, vegetarians, social workers and other left-field members of society.

Consider it: in my house, we prefer to use less damaging household products. We all cycle as our primary form of transport. We collect and re-use our plastic bags (as we all cycle, we will often fill our panniers up without using plastic bags at all). We recycle weekly. We tend to all shop locally, especially at the weekly farmers market on Broadway Market, which sells predominantly British grown food. But it isn’t always easy to do these things. When our Ecover washing liquid ran out, I used a less environmentally friendly one which was lying around, and a stain which had been on a t-shirt of mine for a couple of months disappeared. The Ecover had never managed to shift it, and I have stopped using it. In our excellent council run recycling scheme, we get a small box to fill up with our weeks’ recycling. It isn’t big enough. My weekend papers alone fill it up. And if we leave it outside once it has been emptied, it tends to get nicked very quickly.

I am a firm believer that it isn’t enough to provide schemes for people to opt in to on a voluntary basis. Even people like me who do believe that it is one of the most important issues facing us, will get affected by apathy. And I was therefore delighted to read of a proposal for an EU wide scheme introducing carbon cards, whereby each government within the EU will give 40% of its carbon emission quota equally to individuals, with the rest being auctioned to business and industry.

The beauty of the scheme is that individuals would then be able to sell on anything they managed to save on their allowance. So for people like me, who never drive, I would almost certainly have points left over. I could then choose to ’spend’ these on such things as the long-haul travel I tend to take more than most, to visit my family in various places around the world. Conversely, if I were a four by four driver, I could create a well insulated home which requires less fuel consumption to run, and have more to use on my gas-guzzling monster. And if I am a paragon of environmental virtue, I will have credits left to sell on to individuals.

This is precisely the kind of scheme to grab the public’s interest. It is fair. Unlike proposed taxations on fuel emissions, which will add more to the bills of lower income households, it isn’t punitive, and offers the possibility of extra income to careful consumers. It gives people the choice of how they want to reduce their own personal emissions. And it highlights the fact that everyone needs to take responsibility for these emissions. It completely sidesteps the ‘it’s not down to me’ attitude that plagues the movement towards a more environmentally sustainable world.

At the moment, it seems like it is only a notion on the agenda. Perhaps it is self-interest which motivates my wanting it implemented – after all, as a cyclist, I have greater sympathies with those sticking guerrilla stickers on SUVs  than those driving them, and I am top of the list of those likely to benefit from such a scheme. I sincerely hope that it could be implemented, and even go further, making people use credits on goods they buy which travel long distances such as vegetables from the other side of the world which have to be flown in refrigerated conditions to reach our tables within days of picking. Or clothes which have been made on the other side of the world. A reduction in the purchase of goods like this could even have the knock on effect of stopping companies using sweat shop labour in far-flung countries, the stranglehold of multinationals on small-scale farmers.

The Power of the Dark Side

Friday, May 13th, 2005

So Bluewater, that out-of-town mega-retail-outlet, has decided to ban the wearing of hoodies within its premises. As a cyclist living in Hackney, having read of at least 15 violent attacks on cyclists within 5 minutes’ walk of my house in the last year alone, I am one of those people who, on seeing a group of boys of a certain age, will automatically assume that their presence indicates trouble. And if they are wearing hooded tops, hiding their faces, increasing the sense of unknown, the indication is heightened, even more sinisiter.

Yesterday I cycled at 10.00am along the Canal towards Islington. A short distance from where I got on the tow path, and on a stretch that was completely deserted, I saw up ahead, cycling very slowly, two teenagers on bikes that were the wrong size for them (always an indication that they have been misappropriated – although one of them was on a bike that was way too big, the other on one slightly too small, for him. Why didn’t they just swap?). They stopped to allow me to pass, one of them flashing me a knowing grin as I went past, desperately trying to pick up speed as I went. I was concerned when about half a mile later I came to a barrier across the path, with a red sign saying ‘tow path closed’, and a large set of temporary stairs leading up into an estate. I started up the stairs, and they rounded the corner, now cycling much faster than they had been when I was cycling behind them.

Of course, I made it up the stairs, worked out where the diversion went, and zoomed off to safety. I have no doubt that the boys deliberately allowed me past, with the intention of ambushing me further down the canal. Attacks on the canal, especially on cyclists, are commonplace, and often quite brutal.

The point of that story is that I cannot say for certain whether the boys were wearing hoodies, but in my mental image of them, they certainly were. Although one of them might have had a Burberry cap. The cartoonish image of ‘generic yoof thug’ is so entrenched in my mind, that I forget that there was a time, in the late ninetees and early noughties (and just for the record, I hate that word, but no one has yet to come up with an alternative) when I owned several hooded tops myself.

With predictable promptness, and with moral standards flying high, our national and local press has jumped on the news to highlight the fact that the very fabric of society is being ripped apart by young thugs intent on operating outside of societal laws, norms, and mores.

Of course, it would be naive not to attach any blame to the perpetrators of youth crime, to the gangs like the 800 strong ‘London Fields Gang’ who are responsible for so many of the attacks round my way. But, without being too much of a bleeding heart liberal, I would like to propose that we look instead at rectifying the causes of youth violence and crime. The social exclusion, poverty and disillusionment. The education system, the moral torpitude bred by a government which chose to engage in an illegal and unethical war, the listlessness of the inner city. To stop blaming the youth for so much, to accept the failings of the modern world to look after them, to stop making them feel alienated, peripheral to society. Because as long as they feel like that, then the rules which we all look to for our security will mean nothing to them, and the only way of affirming their identity will be to flout them.

Now if you will just excuse me. I am going to phone up outlets of Gap, Next and Nike at Bluewater, to see if they stock hooded tops…

UPDATE:

Thanks to my friend who read this entry and suggested this alternative to my softly-softly approach. And, having thought about Blonde’s response in the comments, and remembered all the times I echoed her sentiments when I have felt threatened, or been the victim of the little brats – most often when I have had bikes nicked by them, I now wholeheartedly endorse the product below, and a vigilante approach to dealing with this problem!