Every month yo, that’s what the theory is

Now you may be wondering, why am I quoting Lily Allen’s Sheezus? Well, Lily kindly reminded the public that women actually have periods every month. Now, some hardcore men are cringing – why is this woman talking about the dreaded subject? Calm down all you Chuck Norrises and Jason Stathams, this woman will get to the point.

Did you know that sanitary products are taxed in the UK? For those who don’t understand the concept of VAT (Value Added Tax), this is a tax added to products that are not deemed essential, see Wikipedia and official website for more information.

Just to give you more perspective, men’s razors are not taxed as they are classified as essential, so if you’ve got a manly beard, you are good to go.

Now, if you’re one of those, who has to venture into the wild wild world of supermarkets and pharmacies to buy those pesky cotton filled stringy things, miniature towels and other strange things in the feminine hygiene section, then you’re faced with the lovely 5% VAT.

Now some tween guy is going why should this matter? Well during the days of the 17.5% VAT, i.e. pre-credit crunch, all sanitary products were taxed at the full 17.5% until January 2001, were they were reduced to 5% (see the previous link, to find the eligible products) due to campaigning and EU restrictions.

From my personal understanding, VAT has always applied to luxury items, this why an ordinary pack of digestives is exempt from VAT, but a chocolate covered digestive isn’t. Why Jaffa Cakes went through that phase of proving to the HMRC that it was a chocolate covered cake, NOT a chocolate covered biscuit – chocolate covered cakes are not taxed. This is why books are not taxed, but ebooks are taxed. Even gift wrapping is taxed.

Well, here’s a petition, sign at your leisure…or you could always go with the childish approach and threaten to bleed on everything…your choice.

Maybe Lily was right, it really is hard out here…

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Letting Go

Goodie, my first anonymous hand-in, someone out there actually reads my blog?! Synergy in motion and all that jazz, anywho they said it’s a poem, they’d like your input – Err…I’m flattered that you want my assistance, but I’m not all that. Although, thanks to Pat’s free songwriting class, I found out I rhyme a lot – well I like it ’cause it’s kinda sad.

Life is a series of emotions, whirlwinds of juggled up emotions that one’s thinking faculty has no control over. Sometimes you just have to let go.

Letting go is hard, it’s unfair, it’s painful, but in most cases it’s the only way to move on especially when it’s obvious that it’s your only option. It’s painful when unexpected, unplanned things come along and totally throws you off course, off guard and then these emotions you never thought existed or that you have fully exhausted just comes and bombards you. But that is not the matter at hand, my scope is not on emotions, or scattered feelings or all what not, my story is about letting go, moving on and never turning back.

It’s easy to delete pictures, songs, chats but how can you delete memories? How can you delete moments that only you felt? That only you understand the intensity of that place, time and action? How can you possibly just click delete? You can’t. So you become tormented; tormented by memories that won’t stop playing in your head, your pleading for it to stop, wishing it could; you busy yourself with anything possible, but when there is just a glimpse of space, a little vacuum, an unaccounted for time; it pops in again, like a teasing rollercoaster, daring you to pull the shutdown lever, but you cant. You are stuck in a painful tease, praying and hoping it would end.

 

I’m not broke anymore – I bought a box of White Chocolate Lion Bars, just to prove my point…Damn you Amazon!