The Whisperers

In Medieval times gossip was considered a serious crime in Britain.  Perpetrators were physically punished and humiliated, forced to wear a mask of shame called a scold’s bridle and paraded through the town on a leash.  The scold’s bridle was an iron muzzle enclosed in a framework that surrounded the head of the accused. The device prevented the person from talking by a bridle-bit which was put in the woman’s mouth and pressed upon the tongue.  Sometimes a spike was attached to the bridle-bit, so that the movement of the tongue would cause wounds.  Christianity viewed gossip as a sin.  Islam, Judaism and the Bahai faith took a similar stance.

I believe it is natural and healthy to take an interest in other people but there is a big difference between negative, malicious gossip and neutral gossip.  Passing on factual information is one thing, but twisting the facts and inventing sordid tales to create a frisson of excitement is another.

For example, neutral gossip – Mrs Smith says to her neighbour:- “I saw Susan in the Post Office this morning. She’d just had her hair done and was wearing a new coat.”

Negative gossip:- “I saw Susan in the Post Office this morning.  She’d just had her hair done.  Pink hair and a leopard print coat at her age – talk about mutton dressed as lamb!” Followed by mutual laughter.

Unfortunately, most gossip tends to be malicious and is carried out by ignorant people with low self-esteem to make themselves seem more interesting.  Gossip is akin to an act of violence.  It can cause huge damage to the lives of others.  Very often the victims of gossip are marked out as different or vulnerable in some way, eg single women, people with mental health problems  or those from ethnic minorities.

The old English proverb states, “sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you”. Not true.  Words are powerful.  Physical wounds will heal over time whereas emotional damage may last forever.  In my local village there have been cases of marriages breaking up, people losing jobs or forced to move away and even suicide due to malicious gossip.  It seems small rural communities enjoy gossip and relish the stigmatisation of minorities.  However, gossip happens in all types of enclosed communities including schools and workplaces where it is particularly dangerous.  Gossip is a form of bullying and with the advent of social media it is a growing problem throughout the world.

Our attitudes to gossip have been moulded by language.  Many metaphors used to describe gossip have associations with food or drink, eg spilling the beans, tempting, scuttlebutt, a water cooler moment, grapevine, juicy, delicious, delectable, tidbits, morsels.  It’s as if gossip is something to be devoured, digested, a form of nourishment. The writer, David Rakoff complained about the negativity of these expressions as they imply that the pleasures of gossip are those of schadenfreude: that is, one person’s enjoyment at the expense of someone else’s pain.  The word ‘gossip’ originated in the Old English ‘godsibb’; god sibling, the godparent of one’s child and usually a close friend.  Shakespeare’s uses of the noun were derogatory: “Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours—A long-tongued babbling gossip?”

If you become the victim of malicious gossip you may feel upset, violated and helpless as rumours and untruths circulate.  Challenging or arguing with the instigator is not to be recommended.  It is demeaning and only adds fuel to the fire.  The best policy, although it can be difficult, is to ignore the whisperers, raise your head up high and pretend you don’t care.  When you are forced to meet your accusers be polite but indifferent.  Build up your confidence and nurture your self-esteem by treating yourself kindly.  Remember your achievements and that you are a strong person.  Surround yourself with friends and supporters as much as possible.  Do activities that you enjoy.  Show the gossips that you don’t need their approval or validation to survive and be happy.  Remind yourself that the people who gossip are sad individuals with empty lives.  Defamation is the only way they can get their kicks.  They are not the type of people you would choose as friends.  But do not indulge in gossip yourself.  Let others find out for themselves where the truth lies.

I recently bought the small ornament pictured below as a reminder that gossips are insignificant.  It is only what you think about yourself that matters.

 

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Example of a Victorian fairing, porcelain ornaments once given away freely as prizes at fairground stalls. Now collected as antiques.

The Empty Cup

Love changes.  Love can fade, love can break.  It is not a solid and reliable commodity like a chair or a pair of slippers.  For the lucky ones it may blossom and grow like a carefully tended orchid but for many of us, love withers to indifference or even hate.  There is rarely the happily ever after ending promoted in the fairy tales of childhood.

Love is a four letter word sometimes used to camouflage abuse.

Like many survivors of childhood trauma I am accustomed to losing people who once promised to love and protect me.  They often disappear from my life very suddenly and I am left with a few random souvenirs, a few photographs.  I have become adept at dealing with loss.  On the surface at least, I appear to let go, move on, retreat within my own defences, working harder to protect myself from future pain and disappointment.  Many of my relationships end at my own choosing.  I am expert at constantly scanning and evaluating for potential cracks in the shiny glaze of love and friendship.  And the more you look for lies and betrayal the more likely you are to find them.  So perhaps my relationships are doomed from the start.  I am unable to live with the compromises and blind spots other people seem to cultivate within marriage, the smoke and mirrors of romance.  I prefer reality, even if it hurts.

I have realised I am happier with just my cat for company.  If you want true love and loyalty, get yourself a pet.  But for some strange reason I hang on to a few random souvenirs of past loves.

 

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This cup is an example.  My second husband left it behind.  I’m not sure why I keep it.  I’m usually ruthless at decluttering but for some reason I retain this piece of ethnic pottery.  My ex-husband bought it in Crete when he was on holiday with his previous wife.  I’ve never been to Crete and never likely to go in the future.   I always felt threatened by John’s continued friendship with his first wife. They had cosy dinners and trips to the cinema, just the two of them even though she had also remarried.  When I complained of their intimacy he accused me of being small-minded.  It was one of the many reasons our marriage ended.  There was no trust.

When we split up, we bickered over custody of the Art Deco sofa and the Bruce Springsteen albums.  We had several meetings on a bench in a public park to talk things through.  I was afraid to be alone with him in private.  The rustic pottery, a relic from his earlier marriage was forgotten.

The cup and saucer once resided on the slate mantlepiece of the house we shared in rural Yorkshire. Now it’s on the top shelf of a glass display cabinet in my Scottish kitchen.  It’s a chunky type of pottery with a rough, matt glaze, probably hand thrown.   Uncomfortable to hold or drink out of.  It’s a piece of tourist bric-brac, not useful, just for show.  A piece of fakery.  And perhaps that’s why I keep it, it’s a reminder that romantic love is not real, that I’m better alone.

 

 

Have Cup – Will Travel

This cup and saucer survived World War 2.  It once belonged to my grandmother.  Together with my mother’s family it endured a Nazi Labour Camp and then a long refugee journey to their new life in England.  The bottom of the cup is stamped with a hammer and sickle, the symbol of the old USSR.  It’s made of porcelain and the image appears to be hand-painted.  I believe it dates back to the 1920s.  It now resides on a wooden mantle shelf above the stove in my living room in Northern Scotland – perhaps one of the most travelled cups in the UK!

 

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