Sorry to interrupt this reminisce about 90s Leo, but I just went looking for the jewellery stand our calisthenics coach made for us last year (E will know what I’m referring to). Anyway, I keep it with my box of precious things that has sentimental shit, like a ring from my dead aunty that she was given by my Poppa when we found out her prognosis and it has the ultrasounds of my nephew and just meaningful things. I can’t find it and last time I was in Burwood the girls ‘sorted’ through my room to help condense the shit I have so I could move some of it out and being it home with me this weekend. I text L to ask her if she saw it at all and she rings me back close to tears, saying: “K, oh, my God, K, please. You’re going to hate me so much and I hate myself. I can’t believe I forgot what I did. I was still angry with you about the whole B and you calling the cops when he broke in thing. So I threw it out. I’m so, so sorry. It was so wrong. I was wrong. Please, don’t be too angry with me.”
I put the phone down. How could I be angry with her over this? It’s a perfectly normal, human reaction. I mean, who was I to notify the police in the early hours of the morning that an intruder had broken into the house while I was all alone on Easter Saturday? I was way out of line to look out for my safety. And after all, how could we blame B? He was so whacked to the eyeballs that he didn’t know what he was doing. And he brought a friend who I didn’t know, so what?! Gosh, I really need to learn how to chill out.
Gentlemen. This is what rape culture is like:
Imagine you have a Rolex watch. Nice fancy Rolex, you bought it because you like the way it looks and you wanted to treat yourself. And then you get beaten and mugged and your Rolex is stolen. So you go to the police. Only, instead of investigating the crime, the police want to know why you were wearing a Rolex instead of a regular watch. Have you ever given a Rolex to anyone else? Is it possible you wanted to be mugged? Why didn’t you wear long sleeves to cover up the Rolex if you didn’t want to be mugged?
And then after that, everywhere you go, there are constant jokes about stealing your Rolex. People you don’t even know whistle at your Rolex and make jokes about cutting your hand off to get it. The media doesn’t help either; it portrays people who wear Rolexes as flamboyant assholes who secretly just want someone to come along and take that Rolex off their hands. When damn, all you wanted was to wear a nice watch without getting harassed for it. When you complain that you are starting to feel unsafe, people laugh you off and say that you are too uptight. Never mind you got violently attacked for the crime of wearing a friggin time piece.
Imagining all that? It sucks, doesn’t it.
Now imagine you could never take the Rolex off.
So here are the source links.
FIRSTLY here is where I got Tony Abbott’s (LIBERAL/NATIONAL) list of policies
HERE is section 18C of the racial discrimination act
Basically, we’re fucked. Welcome to Australian Politics.
if you don’t swear
- that’s ok
if you do swear
- that’s ok
seriously man whether you say frick or fuck is your own business
i say both
im biswearsual.
oh my god.
Do you ever think about the word ‘can’t’
Like, when you say, “Why can’t you get me some ice cream?”
You’re really saying, “Why can not you get me some ice cream?”
How have I gone through my entire life as a writer and not realized this
I had a similar epiphany with “Don’t you dare” being “Do not you dare.”
English is weird.
Forever grateful that English is my first language.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS OF MAGAZINE COVER
it just breaks my heart how much magazines have photoshopped this already beautiful model. they edited out all of the flaws that really make her human. i am disgusted by this.
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