…because if the last ten days have taught me anything, it’s that there’s no “correct” way to vote. I don’t like discussing my political beliefs on social media, and never have done, but the onslaught of outraged posts on my Facebook wall recently has left a pretty horrific taste in my mouth.
I don’t know about you, but I’m quite a fan of the fact that Britain is a democracy. I’m so, so proud to live in a country that has free and fair elections for all, whether or not you agree with the electoral system (I can’t say I do, but it saved us from UKIP this time, soooo…), whether or not you agree with the party who benefited most from it. The problem with democracy on a grand scale is – guess what? – you can’t always get what you want, no matter how loudly or vociferously you shout. If that were the case, our government could have been chosen by means of a day-long collective tantrum. Please, don’t ruin my delight at the fact that everyone, regardless of ideology, gets a say.
Taking to social media to vent your rage when all this goes tits-up is the modern-day equivalent of shouting into a room into which everyone else is shouting and those who aren’t are banging their heads against a brick wall; furthermore, painting somebody who doesn’t vote the way you do as “morally reprehensible” is a pretty low move. And, again, lacks the desired vehemence when uttered from the safety of a computer screen. What do you actually expect to happen as a result of you sharing yet another article on how the country will go to the dogs in the next five years? Do, please, tell me more about the success you’ve enjoyed in your adventures in keyboard activism. I’ll file it away with my no-makeup selfies and the colour of my bra for breast cancer awareness. If you’re going to channel your rage, at least make it productive (not to be confused with destructive). It’s also pretty damn condescending to assume that you are more informed/correct than anyone else by virtue of your beliefs. When you assume and all that.
All in, this, ladies and gentlemen, is why the way I vote is (and always will be) a closely guarded secret between the ballot box and myself. Inform yourself through manifestos, vote, vote your conscience, and encourage others to do the same. If you don’t get the answer you want, please, channel it effectively rather than into yet another hysterical post inflicted on others. I strongly believe that political beliefs are personal, and if this ugly, ugly rhetoric continues for the next five years, I’m emigrating. Let me decide for myself, and keep Facebook for your holiday snaps. Ta.
Anyway, to avoid this looking like an exercise in hypocrisy: where’ve I been since January?
February: I went to Chicago for a wedding. It was really, really, really cold, but the fact that I witnessed an attraction named the Cheese Castle more than makes up for this.
March-May: I studied. And studied some more. Then I wrote a few essays. Basically, I became incredibly boring, and for all I spend way too much in Space NK, I forgot to care about what I looked like, on and off-line. How about you?