CAKE or politics? Politics or cake?
When it came to writing my column this week, those are the options my brain gave me.
That and quite a lot of white noise.
It is hard to understand the inner workings of my mind at the best of times.
But let’s have a go anyway...
Perhaps it was because today sees the local elections roll into town?
All rosettes and promises to make things better in return for you putting a cross in a box.
Or I was hungry.
Maybe it is because I tend to bake when I am stressed, and few things frustrate me more than politics.
Especially when I will have to spend tonight googling the candidates and working out who I dislike the least before traipsing to the polling station.
All when I just want to watch Masterchef.
A lot of people will tell me just not to bother.
After all, isn’t that what my generation does best?
And while sitting in front of the TV does have far more appeal, I refuse to reinforce sweeping, and often unfair, stereotyping.
For all my sins I do care.
If I am given a voice I like to use it, even if it does sound like shouting into an abyss at times.
But at least we have a voice – and that is an important thing to remember.
Sadly, it is still a human right that not everyone gets.
It might feel like it doesn’t make a difference, especially if it goes against the majority.
However, history has showed us that seemingly small gestures can have a big impact.
Refusing to give up a bus seat became an important symbol of the modern civil rights movement.
History is made of such actions and the power of the individual should never be overlooked.
Now, let us eat cake.