Chewing the cud
About 30 years ago, when I was about 12 years old I started a school magazine. I got a couple of friends together and we sold each copy for 10p!
Then something annoyed me. The boys and girls were put together for P.E. and we only ever did “boys games”. I had no problem with playing what were considered then to be “boys games” (aside from hating all sports of course!) My issue was that we never played netball (the only game I was actually good at of course, played Goal Attack – I’m sure I liked that position because it had the word Attack” in it! Anyway I digress…) I mentioned this to my father who casually said “I wonder what the Sex Discrimination Act would say about that.” So did I, so I decided to ask the whole school through the magazine. Result? I got stopped from producing the magazine. However, the following week the discrimination (as I perceived it) stopped the following week and we played netball.
Now of course, I would write an article about equality, varied curriculum, anti discriminatory practice, Curriculum etc etc. But of course it wouldn’t be happening, the equivalent now might be not letting the girls play football?! Back in the 80’s I think it was poor planning and laziness, perhaps the Head wasn’t aware that the staff were putting everyone together every week? Who knows? But what I do know, is that most of the pupils were moaning about it at the time. No-one did anything about it. So I did. It gave me my first lesson in censorship, stopped my tiny earnings, it got me into trouble and I’m not sure if that was the start of my name frequenting the staff room (which it certainly did!) but most importantly it made a change. Remember this was long before the concept of School Councils where now an issue such as this would easily be discussed.
As a teenager I wrote to Jackie magazine talking about an organisation that raised funds for alternatives to experimenting on animals and got my letter printed. They didn’t pay up so I had to write and complain. At college I wrote to Nursery World informing them that the “100’s of jobs” was grammatically incorrect twice over. No-one responded but they did change the fortnightly cover.
So, I pinpoint my censorship episode as the time I decided that if I was going to complain I was going to do something about it. Principle of the thing, if it was wrong it should be brought to the Powers That Be’s attention regardless of the names I got/get called for doing it! This has probably been the driving force in my life, fighting for the rights for children and young people, fighting the systems in local government (as an employee and resident!) and fighting for better customer service. All boils down to the same thing, sometimes changes have to be made, it is the “Principle of the thing”.
Then I found my ‘cowsin’ Tricia complained a lot to companies and got redress. I think it was a chocolate biscuit hamper or similar that she got free that got my attention! Already armed with a ferocious and passionate fight to change the unjust, my challenge to right the wrongs of bad customer service began…..
Then word of my successes spread and calls for me to share my wisdom grew louder. The lovely Karalyne gave me my new and perfect name (she has a Blog here humorous to the point and well written) and The Complaining Cow Blog began…..