- The stigma on being female (and infantilisation of women);
- The stigma on migrants (colonial thinking/insularity) and often everyone else who was not locally born and bred;
- The stigma on people over 35-45 years old;
- The frequent loud drunk hollering, the random setting on fire of things and breaking down of things (such as infant school’s fences and things in other people’s backyards) and from time to time having to open my window and loudly tell – yell at – people out there to get a grip – because people never learned how to handle their emotions in a normal way;
- The fact that you sometimes have to scream like a banshee here or take other drastic steps to get some attention or protection for your everyday rights (because hey, the idea that all people have the same rights clashes with the principle of inequality and that can be a giant hurdle to overcome);
- The overall misery, poverty, envy and hate and the related grouchiness;
- The relentless bullying of random people;
- The issues (insecurity?) many Brits have with regard to confident, enthusiastic and highly driven people;
- Its awful inequality, that division into worthy people and worthless people, and how people are treated according to this division;
- The crap rich people get away with;
- The scheming, often followed by backstabbing, which also seems to be a side effect of inequality, and the gossip – sometimes spearheaded by local police officers – and the other ways in which people sabotage each other’s personal and professional lives to death and relish the misery they cause*;
- The lack of cleanliness (but that is a minor peeve);
- The fact that you’d better keep to yourself, avoid other people’s eyes and certainly not talk to strangers unless you don’t mind getting into trouble;
- The truly appalling stigma on single women, on women who are not a man’s property. (Chinese culture, apparently, has a stigma on single women too; I don’t know if it’s similar.)
Oh, and nasty big bully neigbours, of course, LOL, who visibly get off on making other people afraid (those other people preferably being single women, I’m sure).
On most days, I simply ignore it as I can’t change any of it anyway and on many days I don’t even notice it when I am focused on other matters than what strangers might be thinking of me. But the yelling and whining and a few other things are much harder to ignore, and I get really fed up with this from time to time. I know I am not the only one. I do my best to focus on what I can change.
What’s good about it?
- The green space! Britain is much less densely populated than my own country.
- The coffee!
- The flexibility. It is the other side of what you’ve been seeing with Brexit for over three years now; this “anything goes no matter what we say and we never plan anything whatsoever and have a heck of a lot of trouble getting anything done and you can never rely on anything whatsoever as we may change our mind tomorrow and then change it back the next day or put another different twist on it” approach has two sides. (I am not being sarcastic. Think about it.)
- A few other things, such as that (some) people help each other out.
- Deborah Meaden.
- Deborah Meaden’s twin sister.
- Deborah Meaden and Touker Suleyman.
- The oodles of sunshine! I swear, there is (almost) as much sunshine here as in Florida.
*Shortly after I moved to the UK, I got one or two panicky/frustrated mails from a guy I didn’t even know whose business was collapsing and who then e-mailed all the members of a business network I was in because of some stuff that was going on, involving third parties. I was astonished. But that kind of stuff is normal here. I didn’t know that yet back then.