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VULGAR.My blood is boiling over this. It is so very wrong on multiple levels.
This picture is not pornography.Know what is pornographic? The countless images that Facebook thrusts on to my newsfeed as ‘suggested’ stories – images of emaciated teenage bodies accompanied by information about the diet pills I should be taking/milkshakes I should be drinking to look like them. These images are vulgar in their message that, somehow, I – a 38 year old mother of three – should aim to look like them. Know what else is vulgar? Read the rest of this entry →
Tags: annorexic, baby belly, droopy boobs, facebook newsfeed, hero of the day, insult to injury, lose weight after baby, media pressure, perfect body, perfect woman, post-baby body, sad images, saggy belly, self-esteem, stretch marks
If you were an alien visiting the Earth and found yourself in a Western country this past week, you’d have learnt the following things about the People Of Earth:
ONE: Miley Cyrus is Very Important and has magic powers. With a few shakes of her rear (accompanied by an unnaturally long extension of her tongue), this young earthling can make poverty, murder and impending war d i s a p p e a r. Yep – anyone who witnessed Twerkgate was privy to the instantaneous vanishing of the murdered Syrian children, threats of WWIII and… well… anything of actual importance from world news. Poof!
TWO: Twerking is horrible and slutty. HOWEVER, women should be allowed to twerk to their hearts’ content because we own our bodies, so quit judging and back-off. ALTHOUGH, even though we shouldn’t Judge Miley (poor, poor, poor Miley, naive and expressing her rights) she really did behave like the sluttiest slutty slut from Sluttsville and Read the rest of this entry →
“Is this luggage yours?”I looked up and beamed. “All mine.” I declared. The Qantas lady raised an eyebrow quizzically, “Did you pack it all yourself?” The beam grew, “Yep, every square inch of it!” She looked at me funny (What? Never seen a Mum experiencing the unparalleled joy of a whole suitcase all to herself before?) “Ohhh-kay…” Read the rest of this entry →
Tags: American racism, Austistic boy, Beauty, Black people, facebook, George Zimmerman, Jews, lego, Pinterest, politics, Racism and ethnic discrimination in the United States, Shooting of Trayvon Martin, Trayvon Martin, trial, Twitter, United States
“Daniel called me an S-WORD HEAD!”(She actually said “S-word” head because she could NOT bring herself to say, ‘shit’.) Miss M was six years old. She came running to me after school, upset because someone had used *gasp* the S-word. She was horrified and devastated that a child could use THAT word.
It was then that a light bulb switched on and I had an A-HA moment. Read the rest of this entry →
Tags: bullying, Daniel, empowerment, facebook, Fuck, Idiot, inner power, kids can be mean, Mother, name-calling, pants falling down, poo-head, Profanity, resilience, school, Shit, shit-head, Shithead (card game), swear words, word power, words
Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you.
Yes….and no.I have tried to raise my kids with good manners, compassion, respect for other people’s property, the ability to share and a sense of kindness for everyone around them. I thought I was doing the right thing. I wasn’t wrong. If we lived in a perfect world, that is.
Problem: This isn’t a perfect world.It is a world where other kids are not necessarily taught to say please and thank you, not to swear, to share, to be kind, to not hit. It’s a world where other kids will snatch, steal and be downright cruel. By teaching my kids to always be nice, have I indirectly rendered them incapable of coping in a less than perfect world? I didn’t think so for a long time. I wasn’t that cynical. I was a firm believer in raising my kids to always be kind, polite and certainly, to never hit.
Until Little Man got punched in the guts. In pre-school.Let me explain. Read the rest of this entry →
You have the choice to erase one incident from your past, as though it never happened. What would you erase and why?The Test It was 1986, a temperate Summer’s day in Johannesburg, and it was almost time for the school bell to ring for break. I was crazy-obsessed with playing elastics with the girls in my class and looked forward to the chanting, jumping, giggling joy only a ten year old knows. That bell rang, it’s Pavlov’s Dog effect causing excessive shrieking and laughter, and we were dismissed. I ran with a gaggle of little girls to sit under a tree and eat our lunches as quickly as possible (I was not one to ever skip a meal – even for elastics). As we ate, we talked about the important things in life, like whose mother packed them a chocolate (not mine) and who was wearing what colour knickers (don’t do handstands in a dress). Then it started. She was sitting by herself, eating her egg-mayonnaise sandwich. She looked sad. Read the rest of this entry →