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It is amazing to me that this kind of hate is still considered acceptable by some sections of our society.
It is amazing to me that this was sent, allegedly to a “journalist” (Peter van Onselen) back in March, but he did nothing about it.
It is amazing to me that Joe Hockey, a man not unfamiliar with food, I think you’ll agree, to have been at the fundraiser and yet claim to have not seen the menu:
It is amazing to me that Tony Abbott can acknowledge the offensiveness of the menu and yet when asked if this will affect Mal Brough’s pre-selection, can say “absolutely not”.
It will be amazing to me if any of this reaches anyone west of Petersham or anyone, for that matter, not on Twitter. Because if it makes it as far as the 6pm news tonight it will be reduced to a 30-second sound byte. And yet Julia Gillard will continue to be slammed for her ‘gender wars’ speech a day ago.
I will be amazed and disappointed if any woman with a brain can have the lack of self-respect to vote for these Liberal arseclowns come September 14.
I’m amazed a woman as smart as Julie Bishop can bear the cognitive dissonance working with said arseclowns must inflict on her psyche every day.
What the actual fuck has happened to our politics??
I do wonder just what the Leader of the Opposition means by ‘a woman of calibre’. To what, exactly, should I be aspiring?
Clearly, Mrs LOTO is the most obvious role model I should be emulating. Must be. TAbbott wouldn’t have married a woman who lacked calibre, would he?
Should I convert to Catholicism, I wonder? Perhaps join the Young Liberals?
Gosh, maybe I need to boost my educational credentials. Try for that Rhodes Scholarship?
Get my virginity surgically restored? Renounce my sexuality? Join a convent?
Shut my mouth? Cross my legs? Walk three paces behind?
Fuck you, Tony Abbott. Fuck you and the 18th century misogynistic foxhole you crawled out of.
Watch as a totally clueless young male reporter gets schooled on the gentle art of gender politics.
Why doesn’t Mitch McConnell ever get asked that question?
UPDATE: Wrote this just in time to be quoted directly on Carol Duncan’s story on ABC Newcastle. Thanks Carol, and for the attribution and the link to the blog. You rock!! YAY!!
As I sit here, gnawing on my fourth deep fried chicken wing for the day and contemplating a pack of Chocolate Wheatens for dessert, I feel I should weigh in (sorry!) on the brouhaha that emerged along with the above photo of you at training in London overnight.
Now, given that I weigh about a billion kilos and would struggle to rise from the bottom to the top of the pool, let alone plough my way along it several times, I feel I should tell you that, personally, I would kill for your thighs. The media, including a bunch of pundits who’ve probably never pulled on a Speedo, would have us believe that you’re overweight and in no shape to be swimming at the Olympics.
Oh, they’ll say it nicely … ‘To the untrained eye she doesn’t look like a typical elite athlete’ said Tory Maguire on The Punch today. All while trying to tell us the kerfuffle isn’t about body image but about whether an elite athlete is ready to represent their country while subsidised by the Australian taxpayer’s hard-earned.
Codswallop. Of course it’s about body image. It’s why female swimmers get buckets of sponsorship and female shotputters don’t.
Bollocks to that.
Leisel, you’re in London because you swam fast enough to qualify. Your coach has said you need to shave a couple of seconds off your times to be competitive and I’m sure you’re doing what you have to do to get that work done in the week or so left before you swim in anger.
I don’t give a rat’s arse what you look like doing it.
Because I know one thing — the media and punditry will suddenly not give a damn about the size of your thighs or the thickness of your waist if you end up on the podium, or break a record.
And right there is the pure hypocrisy of this debate.
Pay no attention to it, Leisel. Give it your best shot.
So, Chris Brown is on the Gold Coast. I spent part of my professional day creating a gallery of pics of Mr Brown cavorting like a … well, like what he is — a young man on the ride of his life, partying, revelling in the power a celebrity of his kind wields.
Part of that job meant reading comments and Facebook statuses and Twitter feeds in response to our gallery and story.
Here are two comments from females I happen to know reasonably well. I thought they would have gotten it.
1. “So hot!”
2. “Chris Brown is a big name and no matter his past draws a crowd! He is a sensational showman :)”
I just. Don’t. Get. It.
Look, I understand the psychology of why a woman who is beaten by the man she loves might stay with him or go back to him. I understand that there are women who’s concept of self-worth is so minute that they might think any love is more than they deserve, and better than being alone. A man who apologises between beatings is at least better than a man who doesn’t bother saying sorry, right?
But I flat out do not understand the mentality that drives women and teenagers to worship before a man they know to have beaten another woman.
I could care less if Chris Brown — or anyone of his ilk — is talented, or good-looking, or rich, or smart or any one of a million other attributes. Nothing would compel me to put money in his pocket. Nothing.
Actually, nothing much would compel me to be polite.
Where are the mothers of these young women? Where are the feminist role models today? Where THE FUCK is the self-respect?
Help me understand, Interwebs.