ConspiracyTheorist

The time for talk has long passed, says Bridget Phillipson. So she has set up a taskforce, and signed off fifteen million pounds of your money. Follow the money. The cash goes to the Office for the Impact Economy. A quango. Not a department, not a service, a quango. It is then handed out in grants to charities. And the taskforce that decides what "works" is stuffed with those same charities. Women's Aid. The End Violence Against Women Coalition. Girlguiding. A mayor, and a few academics. So the sector sits on the panel, defines the problem, defines the solution, and then bids for the money. Circular. Five million a year of public money, through a quango, to the same charities, to run training and adverts about attitudes. And nobody will ever be able to tell you whether it worked. You cannot measure misogyny. No baseline, no target, no number. It is a mood with a budget. In three years the money is gone, the men are exactly the same, and it will be declared a triumph. And these are the same charities who spend their other hours telling you Britain must take in more people. So the handout does not stop at the grant. It funds the sector that lobbies for the next wave. The time for talk has long passed. So they wrote a cheque to their own client base and called it a policy. Fifteen million pounds. Our money. For a feeling. And the girls are still being failed in the towns.