Saturday, August 30, 2008
As the years have passsed and I have meandered down the long path to adulthood, I've held on to a few things along the way. Yes, at 29 years of age, I still believe in fairytales. I like the simplicity of the notion that good and evil are clearly defined and that the baddies always lose. Using this logic, it makes sense that one's lot in life will determined by whether or not you share your fairy bread and with how much fervour you can sing "sticks and stones may break my bones..." and really mean it.
Unfortunately, age and experience have revealed the harsh reality that the good guys do not always win, no matter how nice you might be or how high above sea level you are perched upon your moral ground.
Anyway, the point is, I still believe!
You see, due to inadequate parental supervision and lack of a stable male figure in my life, I learnt to define the roles of relationships from things other than family. That's right. The measuring stick of a proper, functioning relationship for me was that of Johnny & Baby in Dirty Dancing. I thought his bad temper, slick moves and soft on the inside centre were the epitomy of what a man should be. "Nobody puts baby in a corner". Damn right.
Needless to say, there have been many romantic disaster borne out this ideal.
Take it away, Stevie.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
A short note to my ex.
You discovered and read my last blog. You read my diary. You've called me every name under the sun and, for a while, I believed some of what you said.
Just in case you stumble across this one day: Fuck you. I will write what I want. When I want. And I will NOT be abandoning this one.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
I love old stuff. Pictures. Records. Books. I stumbled across this picture on a random search of the interweb. I am trying to discover what Sydney was like in the 1920s.
For these four, looks like life wasn't treating them too badly, non? Well this is in fact their mug shot, taken at Sydney central police station after being charged with robbery. Three of the four then went on to serve 15 months in prison. They look so bemused by it all. I wish I knew their stories.
This little lady to my left, was (perhaps still is, although it might be a bit of redundant job these days) a French resistance fighter during German occupation. How bloody fantastic is that? I have such a soft spot for the Frenchies. It really does take tenacity to remain as feisty as they are. Not that I like to pigeon hole people or anything.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
I have discovered something I dislike even more than the fact that I had to abandon my last blog due to a stalker-esque ex boyfriend. I came across an article in Vogue this evening which made reference to Germaine Greer's, The Female Eunuch. It was all about sexual liberation, female emancipation; you get the gist.
It then cited *real life* examples of women who *had it all*. These women had broken free of the shackles of male dominated relationships, lived internationally (with three children in tow), enjoyed an astronomically successful career and were ardent environmentalists. All the while turned out immaculately.
Now don't get me wrong. It is empowering, and desirable, for women to be inspired by the sisterhood. I'm a sister. And an environmentalist.
What is not inspiring however, is citing completely outrageous and unrealistic examples that only serve to ensure that the majority of women end up feeling guilty that they aren't *living the life*.
Its funny that some of the most outwardly successful women I know, fuck their bosses before jumping on a long haul flight to chair a meeting on new climate change initiatives. Go figure.