Step away from the soap box...

Okay, I admit it - last week I was well and truly on my soap box when I blogged about Amy.  Yesterday, as I considered what to write about this week, it nearly happened again.  The most obvious topic I came up with was recent documentaries I have watched about racism.  Inside the Klu Klux Klan and Extreme Russia had made my blood boil, and How to Get a Council House had illustrated quite bleakly how some members of the public have fallen for the Right's scaremongering about immigrants.

Naturally, rants on Twitter ensued - and comments on Facebook followed.  "Well I went to see Dirty Dancing at the theatre last night.  Low brow fun wins every time" quipped my sister after my rage about white supremacy in Russia.  "This is why we need Masterchef" noted a friend.

I'm not sure if they were trying to, but they both made a good point.  I am guilty of getting caught up in all the woes of the world and getting a cob on when I hear yet another story of ignorance or hate.  Whilst it's important, sometimes I need to make myself take a step back from it all.  So, I am going to promise myself that for every hour I read or watch something depressing, I'm going to read, watch or do something uplifting.  Yesterday I cancelled out all the negativity of the week's TV with a double dose of Come Dine with Me followed by a boogie at a colleague's wedding do.  In fact, I boogied so much I reckon I'm in credit for the rest of the week.  And I feel better for it, even if dodgy knee is protesting about it today.

That said I'm still going to indulge in a bit of Friends later.  Just to be sure...