Poolside incompetence
Aaaarrrggghhh. I have started to become pretty disillusioned with my local swimming hangout. Relatively clean by East London standards, and sporting an amazing 33 meter pool, I thought I found swimming heaven at York Hall Leisure Centre in Bethnal Green. I was also glad to see that they have women only on Tuesdays evenings, which means that you don't have to swim next to fat men who uses their goggles less for crawling than for staring at you under water. 'Women only' nights are mainly for all the muslim women who live in the area, and who can't show their bodies to men, not even when clad top-to-toe in lycra pantsuits, when swimming (except for, oddly enough, the male staff that works there..).
Anyway, the staff has decided that most of these muslim woman can't swim (probably thanks to some bloody social worker/anthropologist on a mission) and cuts off half of the pool for these non-swimmers in the shallow end with a rope, and by that also cutting off the excercise lanes for the rest of us. I complain, and suggest a better way of doing it and get a 'we've always done it like this' bullshit answer back from some annoying... female dog.
What annoys me most is that most of the muslim women who are in the pool, can in fact swim. Very well even. And the ones who can't doesn't give a f*ck about the little enclosure created for them, being fully capable, adult as they are, to judge themselves how deep they can go before drowning.
Being a muslim woman might mean that you have to swim wearing half your wardrobe, but it doesn't, as the staff at York Hall seem to think, mean that you are stupid.
There. I got it off my chest. Am starting to see the full potential of this blog. Just wait until I get pre-mentrual...
Night night
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Postat av: ida
my friend, johan becker var din och mammas favorit. det var ju du som fick hans autograf på magen. jag själv var kär i karl martindahl. remember? haha.
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