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Sincerely, Jennifer x – S04E12 – Lisa Nandy Is Coming To Town… and She’s Gonna Pistol Whip Your Abuela

On today’s episode, Jennifer talks about how she will be remembered, avoiding being drawn back to an ex, mixed race couples, and whether platforms like YouTube and Twitter share responsibility for the problematic behaviour of their users, including the notorious Onision and Kai.

Jennifer also updates you on the recent events in British politics, including English MPs giving their hot takes on Catalonia and Scotland, Jess Phillips and Rebecca Long – Bailey’s weeks from hell, Keir Starmer’s links to iconic queen, Bridget Jones, and the key differences between a mandate in England and a mandate in the rest of the union.

You can find the new episode on your favourite podcast provider here, and you can find the episode guide for Sincerely, Jennifer x here.

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Besos,

J x



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Gemini

You went mad,

because you thought I didn’t find you funny,

and you had spent every day,

before you found me,

thinking that was all you were.

It’s not that I am resigned to remaining miserable,

no,

that’s not it at all,

and I do,

on occasion,

find you amazing,

amusing,

downright confusing,

delightful,

insightful,

interesting,

and bemusing.

You are a snowstorm of sentimentality,

that swirls all around me.

I reach up,

gripping on to each new aspect of you,

that I discover,

until I am snowed under,

melting and freezing all together,

a sun tanned slushy,

trying to sum up,

all the ways I want you.

So,

don’t think,

that I don’t laugh,

sometimes,

it just has to be internal,

because I am just overwhelmed,

by the eternal ways,

you find to surprise me,

by bringing a new kind of joy to my day,

every time I see you.


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Rochdale

Everybody thinks it’s all right,

because she was born bad,

if they tell themselves that enough times.

She changes before their eyes,

from a wide eyed child,

with dreams,

homework,

and a school tie her mother has to help her with,

to their evening entertainment,

because they talk a new image into their eyes,

they repeat it like a prayer,

predators chanting in a circle,

believing their magic is innocent.

They never ask her why,

she is near the night,

why she dares to venture into the darkness,

because they know the truth,

tarnishes their already jittering justification,

but,

it doesn’t matter.

It never matters.

They are good men,

if they say they are good men.

She is a slut,

if they say she’s a slut.

She came to them,

even when they spent months,

laying out a line of pebbles and promises,

easing her down a perilous path,

letting her get lost,

drunk on the idea that someone gives a damn,

before they stole from her,

as she slept,

but it’s still her fault,

because they say it is.

The court will free the devil,

if he wears a nice suit,

and they will hang her,

with the skirt she wore,

and a map of all the places she went,

even though she had no sense of direction,

and nobody expects a poor,

helpless grown man,

to say no,

because he is a good man,

if he says he is,

but she was born bad,

no matter how many times she said no.


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