This often feels like the most offensive question I’ve ever been asked and the most offensive part of the question is that it’s socially inappropriate for me to be offended, for me to be anything other than grateful for their well-meaning but ultimately useless and often condescending advice.
“Why don’t you just get up and do something fun?”
“Why don’t you just go do something productive?”
“Why don’t you just stop being depressed?”
Yeah, why don’t I? It’s so simple, why didn’t I think of that? Oh wait, that’s right, because it doesn’t work like that.
Continue reading “So Why Don’t You Just..?” – Said The Ignorant To The Broken
Hats off and glasses raised to the spectacular Penny Wong for her honest, right in the nuts speech on the 14th of May.
In case anyone missed the stunningly rare event of an honest politician (and the truly beautiful demystification & defenestration of Joe Hockey’s insulting & quality of life ruining budget), I have it here for your viewing pleasure.
If you haven’t watched this, you need to click play now.
Continue reading Of Cuts & Cubans
Yesterday I wrote a short rant about this mass marketed idea of Real Women. You can find it directly beneath this one.
On it, I received a lovely comment from someone who agreed but then sort of went on to say basically the opposite. Now the last thing I want to do is discourage people from commenting, I love hearing from you guys, it totally makes my day! But this friendly, supportive comment actually made me unreasonable angry (for which I kinda feel like an asshole, sorry!) because all it did was miss my entire fucking point.
Continue reading Real Women (The Extended Edition)
I’m really not a fan of gossip. Updates on how friends and family are doing are great but when someone tries to turn a peaceful coffee date into a soliloquy of he said-she said-this doesn’t affect me but I’m ranting about it anyway– then I just switch off. I have to, it’s either that or completely offend and alienate my companion by reminding them loudly and at length that ‘frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.‘
Continue reading Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys.
I was asked pretty recently why I’m a feminist, and, while I was staring at the asker in confusion (because shouldn’t it be obvious?), the question was immediately followed by “I mean, women can vote and shit, isn’t the whole equal rights thing sorta handled?”
I was absolutely stunned… Women can vote and shit. Because obviously that is the be all and end all of equal rights, we can vote! What else could we possibly want? I literally face-palmed so hard I’m surprised I didn’t leave an actual handprint.
So, to make up for being too shocked to give a concise answer, here, in no particular order, are fifty reasons…
Continue reading 50 Reasons Why I Am A Feminist.
While I get my internet relocated. Last time it took 6 weeks, countless phone calls and the threat of the ombudsman to get them to even put the paperwork through.
Worst customer service ever! Yes Dodo, I’m talking about (& publicly shaming) you.
Let the shitfight begin…