Can’t unsee it
A bit of a philosophical post today. If you’ve read any posts on here, you’ll know that i’m a loud and proud feminist! (yep, regardless of ALL the connotations that word…
A bit of a philosophical post today. If you’ve read any posts on here, you’ll know that i’m a loud and proud feminist! (yep, regardless of ALL the connotations that word…
I read the most amazing book last night. I am a unashamed loud and proud feminist. I thought I knew all there was to know about gendered marketing and sexism. I thought that I was safe from all that with my two boys.
TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains some graphic sexual contentÂ
Three very different women in two very different countries: one, a 23 year old physiotherapist, taking the bus home with a friend after a movie and a night out. The other two are children (13 and 14 years old), sneaking out to spend time with high school jocks and have a bit of fun.
One very similar outcome.
This post is dedicated to all the children’s entertainers out there.
Went to a 1 year old birthday party yesterday. It was a large family affair with many many children of mixed ages attending. As seems to be the thing these days, there was entertainment for the children. As they all gathered at the small table with far too much junk food and soft drinks (after all, it IS a party, let em live it up!) a clown entered, stage right. He seemed like the average sort of clown, struggling to keep the children of quite a varied age range entertained. My Mr5 was right in there, I would hazard a guess that 5 is probably an optimum age for clown entertainment. Mr2 was not so interested, preferring instead to chow down on copious amounts of salty snacks and then wash it down with equally copious amounts of soft drink. (Pop or Soda for the North American readers amongst us)
So, woke up this morning to the horrific news of Jill Meagher in Melbourne. Police are calling it a “a genuinely random, opportunistic attack”[1] Immediately there are calls for women to partake in self-defense courses and even horribly insensitive suggestions that Jill should’ve accepted the offer of being “walked home” by her male colleague.