#WeAreWE

#WeAreWE

The Women's Equality Party is a new collaborative force in British politics uniting people of all genders, diverse ages, backgrounds, ethnicities, beliefs and experiences in the shared determination to see women enjoy the same rights and opportunities as men so that all can flourish.

WE are here to give voice to all those who share our belief that equality is better for everyone.

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It's time to do things differently.....

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Fairness

I have always believed in fairness in all aspects of life and if society isn't fair action must be taken to change it

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Imbalance of power between genders results in Hell on Earth

e.g ISIS/ISAL and all the other jolly places run entirely by men without the equal and proper input of women. Practically everything in nature requires the balance of the two but it may interest those to know that ALL herd mammals refer to a main female to lead them - making all the major decisions - and it works! It hasn't benefited any humans to have the male solely in charge in whatever social capacity so women need to get up there, stop being brainwashed (like my Mother and her generation) and bring their great attributes and different mind set to the table. My Mother used to say, to my intense irritation, that women were the power behind the throne and that should be enough for them. At 13 surrounded by the inadequate men of my dysfunctional family and a Stepfather with a violent personality disorder I asked ' What throne would that be? Why does there have to be one anyway and if he's (my Stepfather) parked his arse in it then wouldn't you say we are all bound to Hell in a handcart?" .

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For all genders, ages and abilities.

A more equitable society will be a more contented and productive one.

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Please note women are not a "gender"!

Women are discrimination against on the basis of our biological sex. That's why we have a sex discrimination act. Please dont fall for the weasel words and style guides from the media that are trying to hide discrimination against women by talking about "gender". Gender discrimination is when a woman is chastised for having "manly" interests, clothing or appearance, or a man is ridiculed for appearing feminine and not having "traditional" ie society imposed male interests or behaviours.

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It's time to live the lives we believe in

I'm battle weary & cannot do it alone. Let's join voices & forces X

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I hope the new party is successful!

I have always been interested in politics - my mother was a local councillor and was successful! I like Sandy Toksvig - I hope she is a success - along with the rest of the party!

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Bored of inequality and objectification

A build-up of experiences brought me here. I have sadly experienced too much sexism and it has to be stopped and taken seriously. I hope WE can achieve an equal society where women are safe and able to achieve what they can without inhibition.

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If you're not part of the solution...

I have come to believe that gender bias is the one form of discrimination that has fully permeated our culture. What makes it so pervasive is that many people, men and women alike, don't recognise that there even is a problem. Any action, no matter how small or seemingly innocuous, that can perpetuate this inequality is contributing to a culture that places men above women. So any comment unchallenged or inequity unrecognised is tacit acceptance of a status quo that is anything but. For too long, I have been part of this problem, but hopefully, now I can be a small part of the solution.

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Women are my heroes

At the age of 61 I feel that I'm almost a grown-up. I'm the mother of 4 children and grandmother to 8 (with another on the way). I was in an abusive marriage for 14 years before I plucked up the courage to leave. My saviour was Women's Aid who, when I asked them 'what am I doing wrong' told me 'nothing, this is his problem not yours'. They didn't tell me to leave him, they just said that they would be there if I needed them and they were. There are lots of women like me. Nobody teaches you how to deal with abuse and everyone's story is different. Now my children are all grown and I'm proud of them and how I raised them, almost single-handed. My saviours were my friends and family and a whole lot of women who helped me to look after, inspire, educate and care for my children. I have been discriminated against by banks, councils, politicians, and society in general. I think I deserve a medal for bringing my children up by myself. I want to get the message across that single parents don't choose that life and they need to be given choices to deal with the circumstances they find themselves in. Please lobby to fund Women's Aid and organisations like that and stop the politicians from messing with Child Benefit - without it there were weeks when we would have had nothing to live on.

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Run like a boy

I tried imagining a world where all the little ways in which women are put down and valued less than men were translated to put downs against men; I had happily been saying "run like a girl" until I thought about it properly. Sexism is so deeply entrenched in our society, we need to take a step back to look at just how far we still have to go. This is an attempt at look at things differently Run-like-a-Boy The evening had finally reached the tipping point where verbal output exceeded alcoholic input. Jonathan sat back down after his third attempt at soothing and resettling his youngest; the unusual smells and echoes of dinner parties always upset the normal order of things. “So Bruno was saying last night that he and Arnold...” “Arnold?” Dave cut in. “Yeah, Bruno’s b.f.f. this week!” Jonathan and the other dads exchanged knowing nods and laughed. “They are so fickle,” Macca chimed in. “So, Bruno and Arnold have decided they’re having a joint party. Yes please,” he nodded at Kim who was doing the rounds with the wine. “Red. And you’ll never guess...” “Football?” asked Dave, nonchalantly. Jonathan looked both annoyed and amazed. “How d’you guess?” “Well, the girls always do a football party.” Another assenting murmur flowed round the dads. “Especially after Flo’s,” Macca added. “Raised the bar, somewhat, you know, with Laura Messinger doing her party last month.” “She was good, wasn’t she?” Dave didn’t try to hide how awestruck he was. “You can see why Chelsea want her.” “I didn’t know you were such an expert,” Jonathan teased, trying to regain conversational control. “They were so lucky to get her. For the party I mean. D’you know,” he had been wanting to find a way to direct the conversation to this point and savoured the anticipated outrage. “It occurred to me the other day, Bruno hasn’t even seen a men’s football game. Like, never...” Having launched his grenade, he let the full force of his words detonate, then watched the debris fall about them. “Well, if you think about it,” Dave interrupted the silence. “All we ever see on telly is the women’s league. That’s all the press are interested in.” “Crikey, imagine what it would be like if it were the other way round.” Macca started then paused for a moment, before adding, “Imagine if we only ever saw men’s football!” “Yeah, the women would be up in arms, wouldn’t they?” Jonathan chuckled, warming to his favourite topic of Masculism. “Before you boys set the world to rights again,” Kim was suddenly there, looming above them. “Is there any dessert we can offer our guests, darling?” Jonathan’s face flickered annoyance, but quickly recovered his host-ly poise. “Of course. It’ll just be a moment,” and he stood up collecting empty vegetable dishes and the gravy jug. “Here, can we help?” Dave and Macca jumped up and were quickly transporting stacks of dishes and cutlery into the kitchen, while Kim returned to Abi and Jennifer and the pros and cons of the new Audi and Lexus models. ♦ In bed that night, Jonathan was still simmering from the pudding slight. “I’m sorry, darling,” crooned Kim, watching Jonathan undress with eyes that bore into him. “It’s just, I know you don’t want me to take over. I wouldn’t want to take credit for the wonderful evening. You excelled yourself.” Kim leaned towards Jonathan and started kissing his lips, then chest. “You’re so good at dessert,” she whispered, and raised an eyebrow, teasing him, daring him to rise to her challenge. “You treat me like an old fashioned house-husband.” “Please, not this again?” Kim’s face hardened. “I’ve had a shit day. I want to relax. You can join me if you like but if not...” Jonathan’s hurt swelled into anger. He fished out a fresh pair of pyjamas from the mirrored closet and furiously forced each limb into its protective shield. “Fine. Please yourself. I can see I’m going to have to,” and Kim reached under her side of the bed for a well-thumbed magazine, and began to pleasure herself indiscreetly. Jonathan grabbed his tablet from his bedside table barely holding back burning tears, and headed for the spare room. ♦ The doorbell scarred the morning silence, cutting through the dark smell of coffee and the delicate tang of marmalade. Jonathan toyed with the idea of ignoring it, but a second scream was too much for his curiosity. “I thought you might like a walk today,” Dave offered by way of explanation neither needed to be convinced by. “You know, it’s just everywhere,” Jonathan spouted as he busied with coffee machine and milk frother. “Sprinkles?” “Yes please,” Dave nodded. “You’re such a Masculist.” Jonathan never knew if this was an endorsement or a criticism. “But then you went and took her surname.” Jonathan grinned sheepishly, remembering the drunken expounding of how wrong it was that the name went through the female line, when really it was the men who predominantly raised the children, who shaped, organised, nurtured and taxied them. Faced with the reality of two surnames, or the thought of Kim’s reaction to the idea of going double barrelled, convention was just simpler to slip into, like gloves you didn’t really want but that fitted anyway. “So what you going to do?” Dave asked when Jonathan revealed the hideousness of the night before. “What can I do?” Jonathan lamented, running his hands through his hair. “How could I survive without her?” “I never had you as such a romantic.” Dave’s eyes widened and his eyebrows crawled up his forehead. “No, not like that.” Jonathan’s elongated smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Not for a long time like that. Financially, I meant. Financially, I’m like a bird in a cage. It’s so long since I practiced, who would want me? I’m so out of date.” “Couldn’t you find something part-time? Like Macca?” “No. You have to work that from the inside.” Jonathan picked up a pen and began doodling on his shopping list. “That’s why there’s such a push to make partner before kids.” He stabbed holes in the top where the pages joined. “It’s so wrong. All that talent just goes to waste. Even without paternity breaks, they pay men 8% less. Returning dads don’t stand a chance.” “Things are changing, aren’t they?” Dave’s words were gentle, as though not wanting to scratch Jonathan with them. “First male priest not so long ago. Male presidential candidate in America on the horizon...” “But it’s so entrenched, so much the way of the world. Saudi’s don’t let men drive without a female relative. I mean, what the...? Muslims not letting men even show their hair; what is it with women’s hair that makes it ok to expose to the world and men’s hair that isn’t?” “I had a friend who always translated it into Black/White.” Dave spoke slowly, as though working it out as he spoke. “He was once told to go and see a client who wouldn’t shake his hand simply because he was a man.” “What?” Jonathan’s mouthful of coffee reappeared spectacularly. “Orthodox Jew. Won’t shake hands with a man, because he’s dirty. Never bleeds the way a woman does, never cleansed or something like that.” Dave shrugged. “Anyway, he asked the partner whether he’d say the same if a client refused to shake hands with a person of colour because of their colour.” “So what happened?” Jonathan asked, indignation prickling up his spine. “Guess. Month later, despite exceeding target, despite clients loving him, he was asked to leave. ‘Face didn’t fit’, they said.” “It’s not right, is it?” Jonathan asked, eyes heavy, shoulders sagging. “Come on, Jono.” Dave jumped up. “I was supposed to be cheering you up, not making it worse. We really should make the most of the sunshine while it lasts.” ♦ Nature was on the cusp of spring. Green bulbous fingers that would become daffodils huddled in vast crowds, pointing upwards as though indicating what they were waiting for. As the two men strode breathlessly to the top of the hill behind their cul-de-sac, Jonathan brooded about the role he was modelling for his children. Earlier that morning, he had had to referee the older two. “Dad”, Bruno had whined. “Dad, Mike says I run like a boy.” Since when did being a boy become a negative thing? Why couldn’t ‘run like a boy’, ‘throw like a boy’, ‘dance like a boy’ be accolades? Distilled through the Black/White lens Dave had mentioned, the world would surely be up in arms if the phrase was ‘run like a person of colour’? Why wasn’t there outrage, a global uprising, against the thousand upon thousand of daily acts of repression that took place the world over? When he got back, Kim appeared briefly, returning from one distant meeting to repack and head off to another. Jonathan had long since lost track of where Kim’s job took her. “Before you go, we need to talk about Bruno’s party,” Jonathan started. “Oh, whatever you think, love,” Kim batted back. “You men are so much better at organising that sort of thing.” Jonathan bit back the myriad retorts; ‘we have to be because you women never bother’, ‘if you can run a company, surely a gathering of 15 eight year olds isn’t that much to think about”. “And after all, why keep a dog and bark yourself?” “I’m sorry?” Jonathan genuinely wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly. “What did you just...?” “Oh, don’t make a thing of it.” Kim leant towards Jonathan to deliver a perfunctory peck. “It’s a phrase. I didn’t mean anything by it. You men overanalyse everything. I’m late. Must fly.” Kim chuckled to herself. “Literally,” and moments later Jonathan heard the front door slam. Feeling as dazed as if Kim had used a saucepan, Jonathan gathered keys and snacks and headed off to lose himself to the chaos of the school gates. ♦ “Dad, Dad,” the younger boys rushed up to him, bursting with pre-teen exuberance. “I’m in the hockey team,” Bruno declared proudly. “Can you come and watch? Pleeeaaase,” he sang the word as though it were elasticated, to be stretched to fit the importance of the request. “It’s so cool you come to everything,” he added as he strapped himself into the front seat of the car. “You’re the best, Dad.” As he unlocked the front door, a car he recognised drew up behind him. Macca’s flustered face leaned out. “Jono?” Macca looked exhausted, Jonathan thought as he waved at the two boys in the back too busy squabbling over whose turn it was on the iPad to notice. “I’m sorry to ask, again. Jennifer’s away tonight and I’m behind on trial prep. Bundles got to be exchanged by tomorrow at the latest.” “Why don’t the boys stay here tonight?” Jonathan watched relief wash across Macca’s grey skin and tinge the corners of his sunken eyes. “Come and stay here, too, when you’re done.” Simultaneously marshalling homework, cajoling piano practice out of his youngest, and preparing chicken, potato and leeks for the seven of them, Jonathan mulled over whether giving up work had really been the right choice. A while later, bath time was done, spellings tested, the middle three had read, and his youngest had been read to; as Jonathan sat down to savour his well-deserved glass of wine, Macca appeared. “Aren’t you glad you kept your hand in, though?” Jonathan asked after discussing the latest twists and turns of Macca’s caseload. “Gives you freedom, surely?” “The thing is,” Macca confided, “I feel like I’m constantly failing. Both as a Dad and a lawyer. Whatever I’m actually doing, I feel guilty I’m not doing the other. Trouble is I’m trapped. Too many mortgages,” he said ruefully. “You’ve got it right, you and Dave. It’s the boys that matter. We’ll never get this time again.” Macca’s words clicked into place in Jonathan’s head like a key in a lock, and he felt his wings stretch. The trap wasn’t work or lack of it. It was important to give his boys the time they needed. What he wanted was this same respect for his choices to be shown to him in his own home. Perhaps, if he showed the boys what to do in the face of the type of disrespect Kim had perfected over recent years, perhaps that would be his job well done. “Well,” he decided. “I’ll just have to show Kim the stubbornness of dogs.” ♦ “How was your day, then?” Kim asked the following evening having done the rounds of night nights and lights out. “Get up to much?” “Oh, you know. The usual,” Jonathan deflected, knowing that Kim didn’t really want an answer. “You?” “Same.” Kim was already lost to him, distracted by the share prices at the back of the paper. “By the way,” Jonathan threw his domestic grenade with the same anticipation as the dinner party variety. “I’ve moved into the spare room.” “Oh?” Kim barely glanced up. “I’m afraid you’ll have to start barking yourself.” “What are you talking about?” Kim’s disdainful frown appeared above the paper. “I can’t change the world.” Kim snorted. “But you treat your employees with more respect than me.” Jonathan’s voice was measured and calm. “And maybe changing our world is enough.” His voice was barely audible. “I’ve always put the boys first, always will.” Jonathan paused. “The rest - ironing, dinner parties, sex. This dog isn’t doing it any more.” He stood up. “Not on the old terms.” Cloaked in the certainty of a new beginning, he turned and walked upstairs.

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Tired and angry; Equailty has never mattered so much

I am tired and angry. I am tired of having to explain that wanting equality, doesn't mean I am trying to take away men's rights. I am tired of having more qualifications and work experience than my male colleagues, however they are picked first for consultancy roles. I am angry that my wedding ring has more power to spurn unwanted advances than my actual voice. I am tired of men trying to "mansplain" things to me. I am angry that I am called, irrational, hysterical or even just "at that time of the month" when I speak passionately about something. And I am absolutely incredulous, at the fact that the above still occurs. It is 2015, and enough is enough. WE is desperately require, change is needed, more Equailty conversations at government level have to be listened to, along with sustained systematic change to address equaility issues must occur. WE can not sit back. WE must not let this continue. WE will bring change.

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28 years in an environment where I was not 'me'. I could excel outside but never within the home!

In my business world I achieved, I was promoted, valued, I inspired...in his world I became nothing...no voice only tears. For 28 years then I left - freedom!. My first butterfly wing, the second came on retiring from an autocratic organisation - the freedom of voice and choice was awesome!

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28 years in an environment where I was not 'me'. I could excel outside but never within the home!

In my business world I achieved, I was promoted, valued, I inspired...in his world I became nothing...no voice only tears. For 28 years then I left - freedom!. My first butterfly wing, the second came on retiring from an autocratic organisation - the freedom of voice and choice was awesome!

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Gender blind to . . .on a mission

I have felt like the lone voice crying in the wilderness at times. I worked with women in the 80s and 90s to build their confidence and careers but as my career in leadership grew I was always dealing with the most senior people - always men! Worse still- I didn't notice for a while. So I have researched, written books, worked on developing women and changing organisations, achieving change one woman at a time. But It just is not fast enough. Despite the work of the suffragettes 100 years ago and the feminists of the 70s, in many instances things are getting worse. We have been a bit too accepting and scared of causing a fuss. Women still only make up 29% of parliament so how can our concerns be adequately represented? Men too have so much to gain through widespread equality as the old macho ways do not suit many modern men either.

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Far Too Little, for Far Too Long

Fifty years a Feminist. Hundreds of years of change coming too little and too slow. Time for a Political party of Action for Equality, not the token bleatings of careerist politicians.

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I am tired of the violence perpetrated against women

Women are not yet on an equal footing. We still have a way to go. I am outraged by the statistics of domestic violence and sexual violence against women in this country. I know many men who are equally outraged yet don't know how to stand up against the inequalities with us. I find the attitudes towards women staggering. I work in the media and sexism is rife because it it has gone unchallenged for so long. I'm now making waves!

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Do you even need an explanation?

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I set up OBJECT vs objectification of women. Then STAND UP FOR WOMEN, the ‘Comic Relief’ for women.

WE has huge potential to be BIG and make real impact. Very keen to work with you and help achieve that. And, of course, you have a potentially huge resource with the many, many women (and men!) and women's groups with incredible skills and talents and drive who would be in support... GO #WE !

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