He represents everything I believe is fundamentally unsuitable and unjust
I’ve been trying to figure out what it is about George Osborne that makes me so inflamed. I initially thought it was the hi-vis jacket/hard hat/safety goggles combo he insists on wearing to black tie events,in an attempt to gaze like a normal person. But while fluorescent jackets and Perspex goggles are annoying, they don’t tend to induce off-the-scale levels of anxiety or deep-rooted feelings of impotence and frustration in me every time I see them. Apart from that one time I went to a construction-themed sex dungeon. (I didn’t, and I made that up. I didnt even wear a hi-vis jacket when I gave birth,so I’m hardly going to wear one while in a dungeon having sex with someone dressed as a hod carrier.)besides, whether he’s dressed for safety, or for hanging out in a safety-wear sex dungeon,or for cycling, or all three at the same time, and whenever Osborne talks,I suffer terrible physiological symptoms. It’s as whether I’ve just had 30 cans of Red Bull and 15 double espressos forced down me and then been ordered to test ride all the new roller coasters at Alton Towers. bare. In front of my family and friends. While being interviewed about intersectional feminism by Jeremy Paxman. (I tell you: that’s the last hen party I’m going on.) I’ve had to start watching Prime Minister’s Questions reflected on to a polished shield, like Perseus, or just so I’m strong enough for the school run later.
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Source: theguardian.com