All things considered, I’ve had a good week. I’m officially back on the wagon, having rebooted my New Year’s Health and Exercise resolutions for the third time (yes, in February) and apart from a recession-based midweek meltdown (which mainly involved wailing “Where is my money going?” while forlornly clutching my bike helmet – lost my bike before Xmas, can’t afford to replace it, yadda yadda) – apart from that, I was in good spirits.
But the news cycle? C.R.A.Z.Y.
One. The Pope resigned.
Two. The Vatican was struck by lightning.
Three. A meteorite over Russia injured hundreds of people.
Four. North Korea decided to do some nuclear sabre-rattling.
Five. Reeva Steenkamp was allegedly murdered by her boyfriend, Paralympian Oscar Pistorius.
Marina Hyde’s article on her treatment in the Sun newspaper, which put a picture of her in a bikini on its front page, is excellent.
I’ve also been following the hashtag #HerNameWasReevaSteenkamp on twitter, which makes the point that Reeva was more than just Oscar’s “girlfriend” or “lover” or just a “pretty blonde” eg:
Reeva’s story is particularly poignant given that yesterday was not only Valentine’s Day, but a day of action for the One Billion Rising campaign, protesting violence against women and girls worldwide.