- The Fucking Christmas Tree Tuesday, December 19th, 2017
‘What does the Christmas tree actually do Mum?’
Charlie aged 12, 2014
FARK (the herald angels sing) I have to put up the fucking Christmas tree. I have climb into the roof, find the fucking box, drag it down the ladder, beat on the boys doors and yell at them to get the fuck out of their ...
- All children need is to know they are loved Thursday, December 14th, 2017
Repeat after me. All children need is to know that they are loved. Say it every day, have it tattooed on your forehead and write it in the sky. All children need is to know that they are loved.
I was reminded of this as I read a story about a Family Court judge in New ...
- Part Six. South Of Fucken France Biarritz Monday, December 11th, 2017
There is so little hoo haa about crossing borders in Europe. As an Australian we’re used to multiple hours of plane travel, airports, visas, injections, passport control and palaver as a part of being in another country. On the bus from San Sebastian to Biarritz we only knew we had crossed the boarder into France ...
- On Teenagers, ATAR Results And Young People Wednesday, December 6th, 2017
Adults need to stop asking young people what they want to do or be when they grow up or finish school, and instead, if they want to talk to a young person find our what they are doing or being NOW.
It’s lovely adults care but rather than focus on young people’s ‘future’ perhaps ...
- Part Five. Last San Sebastian Tuesday, November 21st, 2017
RIGHT! EVERYONE UP! BIKE TOUR 10AM IT’S 8.53 RIGHT NOW AND THE BEST COFFEE IS SEVEN MINUTES WALK AWAY AND IT’S 12 MINUTES FROM THERE TO THE BIKE PLACE.
That was Jess.
I sprang out of bed. ‘Bear’s in the shower. Give him a knock and tell him to get out. I don’t need a shower I ...
- Part Four. San Sebastian Monday, November 20th, 2017
It’s fascinating leaving one country to head off to a new one. As soon as you pass through to the gate lounge, terminal, platform or port you are in a mash up of the place you are and the place you are going to. I’d never been to Spain before so as we boarded Iberia ...
- Part Three. Last bit of Rome Monday, November 20th, 2017
Broke my travel rule of never going to the same place by heading back to Cafe Sciascia for coffee and toasted prosciutto and mozzarella panini for the second day in a row because fuck the police. The streets that had been dead the day before on a Sunday were jumping 8.30am on a Monday with ...
- Part Two. More Rome. Monday, November 13th, 2017
I loathe the term ‘my ex’. It has a combination of rejection/repulsion/repelsion (I know, I couldn’t work out the nominalisation for repel so I made it up because fuck the police) and possession. ‘This person and I have rejected each other but we are bound together for eternity’.
I abhor the term ‘marital status’ and the ...
- Part One. Rome. Monday, November 13th, 2017
Despite the fact I fucking love travel and it’s when I feel the most alive there are many moments the week before a trip like this I ask myself WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? The lead up was a week of constant grind; packing, sorting, cleaning and organising threaded through normal work and domestic ...
- Feminism in Twelve Easy Lessons Wednesday, March 8th, 2017
LESSON NUMBER ONE
Beware of anyone using the words ‘respect’, ‘traditional’, ‘family values’, ‘honour’, ‘unacceptable’, ‘morality’, ‘uncalled for’, ‘inappropriate’, ‘unnecessary’ or ‘offensive’.
Particularly beware of the word offensive.
It’s code for ‘Pipe down princess, back in your box’.
Offence is taken not given and more harm is created by taking offence than giving it.
Offence is subjective.
Just because you are ...