Since my last post about this topic, Dear readers, I have foun20245939_630419520496771_4146133389249409560_nd that I have become more and more aware of the bullshit and slanderous and misogynist tendencies of men who are trash, online.  And more and more willing to call them on it.

*Today also marks the release of the Australian Human Rights Commission’s data on the prevalence of sexual assault on Campus.

Rape culture exists, and is being more exposed than ever before partly because of the interenet.

This internet is still not a safe space for women either, but more and more of us are speaking out against the culture of belittling women’s issues, and rape culture. More and more, are reposting, with names, the vile spew that men have written about us, in broad daylight.

Recently,  a movement, mainly on Twitter has started, called #menaretrash and offended men and some women ( I’ll get to that later) , everywhere are jumping to the worn out, yet so often not understood #notallmen, in response.  I occasionally began to wonder if it is even worth the energy needed to verbally combat the ignorance, and more importantly wonder, is it really our job as women, to continue to try to educate those who refuse to understand?  Inevitably I always come back to the concept, Yes it still is.

In a debate, if neither side will learn anything from the other, it is wise to end the debate.  Some may say this is the best option for Men’s rights activists (  I will call MRAs in this post) vs. Feminist arguments. Personally,  I feel like I have learned a lot about how, many men don’t understand what they are trying to argue against, how many men harbor a venomous hatred, a vicious, dangerous, subcutaneous urge to physically maim their opponent in and outside of the argument, it is deeply ingrained. They openly blame  feminists and female identifying people who dare to call them out on their shit talk, as the reason they are “forced” to call women fat sluts, land whales, whores, who deserve to be humiliated and killed in a public place. They brought it upon themselves, they say, they deserve it.

I wouldn’t have this understanding of their motives, if not for reading and responding to copious numbers of very angry blokes. It is tiresome, but I plow on because I have never believed in anything more in my life. No religion or faith, or conviction have I ever felt more attuned to.

As a surprise,  I recently had a female friend thank me for continuing to post feminist arguements and attempt to slay the patriarchy, because she didnt feel like she could do that so publicly.  I know there are people who see what I post now, but may not react. it’s still important.

In lieu of a TLDR: A Glossary of types of  men’s responses to Feminism online which may help some people understand why I rage so hard:

Benevolence: Some men try to be clever and act as though they have some “advice” for women. This can come in the form of.. “by pointing out misogyny, you are actually adding fuel to their fire”, or ” your anger is legitimate, but…”  I suppose they feel like they are agreeing with us, and giving us a good old bit of benevolence. For our own good, ‘as a man let me warn you because I know what men are like,  of course #notallmen, because like, I would never think that, but you women should take my advice because #menaretrash.’ I just wanted to come in to your feminist pages and let you know that I’m a “nice guy” but you are misguided and need my advice.

This type of sexism can also manifest as an anger toward women because they feel like men do a lot of “favours” for women. Getting something from a high shelf, opening a jar, getting rid of a spider. All of which are deeply rooted in an old fashioned concept of chivalry. Too often though, forgetting to ask the woman if she actually wanted the help from them, and simply assuming that men and women have vastly different “biological attributes” which pre-determine their abilities.

Incel rage: Incel is short for involuntary celibate.  These blokes, through what they believe is no fault of their own, are unable to get sex with women. Usually heterosexual angry white guys. There is an entire subreddit dedicated to their kind, and it is a scary space to go to.  Incels believe that women “owe” them sex simply because they are men, and women are  an inferior “species”. They are often enraged. They often don’t believe rape exists. They are the kind of guy who would go to one of those “how to land chicks in 3 easy steps” seminars. They post ironic things like “suicidal woman are attention whores” and that incels shouldn’t have to pay taxes and that women live on “easy mode”. Men who are considered good looking are called “Chads” and men who get sex are called “normies”. They have an intense and relentless bitterness, aimed right at women.

Lack of access to sex, or a relationship or marriage prospects, has caused these guys to lash out at women in general. Thus causing a perpetuation of their problem due to their aggressive, bitter misogyny.


MRA rage: As I’ve noted before, MRAs are the main group who identify themselves as the bitter enemy of feminism. If this was a computer game they would be the “big boss” to defeat. MRAs actively campaign against feminists. They are the kind of guys who feel that men are the marginalised gender. That men are demonised in society.  They believe Feminists hate men and think all men should be killed. ( Misandry). They cry that the court favours women when it comes to custody disputes of Children. ( I personally believe if this has happened to them personally,  this is where most MRAs begin their online careers as complete and utter jerks)

They also think women have more rights than men, and will often shit talk that women probably have  WAY MORE rights than men. They will bring up the text book classics such as “More men die in wars than women”  and “Men built all the infrastructure that you women enjoy” as well as “Men do all the hard labour jobs that women wont do”.

All of these are easily refuted. Most MRAs wont listen though.  It’s because inevitably society is set up so they dont have to. That’s why they are trash.

Some men and women say they are humanists  ( believe that all humans are equal, and feminism seeks to bring hatred toward cis gender males). Without going through all the reasons these excuses are bullshit, I sometimes liken the situation to a game of backyard cricket. Except the boys have a 50 run head start, and yet the girls are expected to play by the normal rules to achieve the same result or better. Everything’s equal, say the boys, we are letting you play the game with us now. If you want equality this is it!

Anyone can see that women were at a disadvantage from the start, and expecting them to catch up immediately is a lie.

Men online and IRL are trash. Of course it isnt all men, but if you’re not one of these types of fuckwits. You wont be offended. Capture

I wait to be unsurprised by the AHRC report today, and I hope men are just as shocked by the report as women won’t be.  Men are Trash online correlates to men who are Trash in real life. Keep fighting the good fight, feminists, survivors and families of victims. I know I will try.



Would it actually kill you?

I’ve started working in a fairly well-to-do area of Sydney and have noticed a few idiosyncrasies which,  well to be true to my self expression,  are irksome.

The buzz word around the traps these days is ” entitled “. Much of the media says it’s the millenials fault.  I spose in some ways you could argue its true, but not for the way that you might think.

Entitled people beget entitled people. It seems to me there is a touch of the good for the goose is good for the gander. It is amazing how concentrated pockets of entitled individuals can pop up and cling together like blue green algae in a stagnant pond.

Possibly one of the most irksome things about working in retail is how controlled your response to entitled individuals is by the powers that be above you in the chain of command.

For example: Today,  three people in a row have approached an employee to purchase, while refusing to get off their phone.

You might think to yourself well,  just don’t serve them until theystop being so rude, right?   In your everyday life if someone was trying to speak with you and were on their phone to someone else at the same time,  you’d be pretty pissed off.

What happens in retail is we ‘enable’.

Entitled people will test the water with both feet on how far they can push it.  Often they know that as an employee you’re unable to comment,  and unable to refuse service and simultaneously have to put up with their fucking bullshit.

What happens when they complain to the powers that be?  The powers that be reward them for it.

And so the shit spin cycle goes on forever until, who knows, maybe a customer punches an employee in the face and gets given a $100 gift voucher for being inconvenienced.

The children are taking over adult venues.

It is well known among my peers that, I take a fair amount of issue with the local pubs I visit being over run by under 18s, and tiny children. I understand thIoIzY7oat parents feel like they shouldn’t miss out on a social life, for the small fact they have kids,  however my question is, at what point did we as a society stop thinking about the adverse effects this may have on them?

Kids aren’t allowed in the pokies room, but there is nothing banning them from the smoking areas or sitting at a table covered in wine and jugs of beer.

Back in 1994 a paper was published on Childhood exposure to alcohol and adolescent drinking patterns. it found : “children who had been introduced to alcohol before the age of 6 years were 1.9 to 2.4 times more likely to report frequent, heavy or problem drinking at age 15 years than children who did not drink alcohol before the age of 13. It is concluded that young people reared in home environments that have permissive attitudes to alcohol use and who are introduced to alcohol at an earlier age may be more vulnerable to alcohol-related problems in adolescence.”

SO, am I just an arsehole,  who prefers adults only venues to stay a sanctuary away from out of control minors who can’t decide for themsleves, if they want to be there or not?

I am sure many would say yes, but consider this.  Is it possible these parents simply creating another generation of hard core drinkers?

Australia is traditionally known for it’s drinking culture, however with recent spates of alcohol related violence, which has led to harsh restrictions on when you cant and cant buy alcohol, lock out laws  and  the basic reduction of fun in general, to whom do we point the finger? Where does this shit begin?

Just as we are starting to educate young kids about relationships and domestic violence, why did we take the foot off the accelerator on  kids and drinking?

Conversely;  It could be said that in European countries, children are exposed to alcohol from quite a young age and the instances of alcohol related problems are arguably,  far less there. Table wine with dinner, and long term exposure works to bring down the urge to binge drink because it has always been available, and is therefore not a big deal.

Smart venues in Sydney are embracing the fact that parents still want to be able to go to the pub on a Friday night, and have dedicated areas where all families are welcome.  It means the parents spend some money, but does it create a future market at the same time? Maybe.

Most of these venues will also have areas that are kid free, however I am yet to see a single time when the rule hasn’t been broken.

As a punter who disagrees with kids running around with no shoes on, smearing their hot chips into the window, climbing over the seats to pull a face at me while I watch the cricket, I ask, what would happen to a grown ass adult if they tried to do that?   Get kicked out, that is what.

I feel like there needs to be some new form of social etiquette in place for the new phenomena of under 10s in bars.  How do we get a dos and don’ts for using the pub as your baby sitter  in 2015. My Top 3:

  1. Keep your kid at your table
  2. Bringing them to the pub in their pajamas, probably isn’t that cool an idea. You don’t have to be “that cool dad” you’re just a jerk. I dont wanna look at kids in their PJs playing pool.
  3.   It’s not a fucking playground for children.

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Ive recently taken on Pinterest.  Im late to the game, but I kinda forgot about all the stuff my mother taught me, like how to sew. I can actually sew, but aint nobody got time for dat, usually.

Some of the shit on there is cool,  it’s good for very girly crafty things that can be done when you have nothing more intelligent to do with your spare time, like drinking beer and talking about missing Planes and the imminent invasion of Russia into all the world with your friends.

I was glad to come across a more honest version of D.I.Y jobs taken up by every day folks from the pinterest site.  It is, as a friend recently coined the term ” a giggle vortex”


I have a few items I might add to that.

One thing I did nail though was my home made tattoo aftercare. It’s my take on all that is good for your skin:

5cm strip of Bepanthen

5cm strip of Lanolin

6 drops tea tree oil

6 drops rosemary oil

5 drops of rosehip oil

5 drops of Bio oil ( Vitamin E)

A squirt or two of Aloe vera after sun spray

Whisk it all together and keep in an airtight container. It isnt sterile, so keep that shit to yourself, yo.

I can attest to the fact it works a treat.

Punch Drunk


Generational differences used to be a hot topic, back when I was at University studying art. I remember a book called ‘Generation X; Tales for an accelerated Culture” In 1987,  The Author Douglas Coupland (who was born in 1961) wrote an article for Vancouver Magazine in which he lamented the lack of realization for people within his own birth cohort. A year later, he received a $22,500 forward from St. Martin’s Press to complete a handbook on the “generation” that he had outlined in the article.

I’m on the tail end of that Gen. Fast forward 20 years and what are we now?

Most articles describe us as Generation “Meh”  Now in our mid thirties, we are happy with our lot! We are content.  We are the also rans. We’ve done our thing, we have evolved, we’re up on our hind legs, the problem’s solved, but we are tired, we’ve got nothin’ to believe in… sung the much adored Nick Cave in his song “Go tell the Women”

We were, in my own experience, a generation that grew up in a time when our toys were choking hazards, things got tested on us. Medical things like new Asthma treatments.  Our University and school subjects often got changed half way through doing them and we just had to cop it.  We got thrown in the deep end. We didn’t often win anything. We still knew about kids who “repeated” school levels. Sometimes things never got finished.  Sometimes we were left on the bench.   We left home at 18. We got standard jobs, and that was O.K.   Some of us started the “Cashed up Bogan” movement.  Like a middle class Tradie yuppie.  We bought McMansions, or, we didnt buy any property at all, content to rent for the rest of our time until we inherit a fortune from our grandparents, or our own  first wave Baby Boomer parents. ( Since they wouldnt retire or make room for those looking for a job, we might be waiting a while)

I’m not one to repost those often ill informed pictures with words on them that say “when I grew up we played in the street until the sun went down and we never got molested”… We did, but there was no social media back then, just the town grape vine. Kids still got into the same shit as they do now, you were just less likely to hear about it if their family didn’t want you to know.  The same shit, they do now but we moved on… dealt with it however we needed to.

I’m the last of my kind.

Just about all my friends of my own generation have children now. At least one of them was conceived around the time of my 18th birthday party and are now young adults.   If I had had kids from my first marriage they’d be about 12 or 13. What generation? Generation Z? I don’t even know how we can class pre-teen kids, or if we should push them into that mold just yet.

My Gen doesnt often worry about the whole Gen thing much.. like I said we are happy to coast along. But what about our younger Brothers and Sisters, who were the baby of the family?

When there is a Moral Panic. Then, suddenly people of our own Parent’s Gen, start  to raise some nostalgia as a protective shield, like those pictures with words on them saying we’re worried that kids (meaning Gen Y)  who got given medals just for showing up, are going to take over and rule the world… and then we’re all fucked.  They’re the brothers and sisters who stayed living with mum and dad after we left.

The most recent example of  this moral panic is the crack down on Drunken violence and the “Coward punch” as  a King hit, has now been renamed by the mob, in an attempt to  shame the action by wording it differently.  (Incidentally,  I find it funny that so many people spend so much time denying that grammar and spelling have any use, until the exception of when they have a use such as this. To make something Taboo.)

Now after two Men were killed by other men, in violent, probably more likely drug fueled fits of being a complete fuckwit, in the same area of Sydney there is demand for Pollies to make instant band aid policies.  If some of you can’t play nice, none of you will play at all.  Dudes are getting drank up in here and smashing heads with king hits and pretending to be WWF.  Won’t anyone ban WWF?  That shit is soo dang fake, people be copying that crap.

People who are pointing fingers  have abandoned their own pigeon hole “Generation” but are happy to blame Gen Y, because Gen Y is Generation “Me”

But who the fuck are their parents?  Actually they are the ones pointing the finger and calling Gen Y selfish and  “entitled”.  These so-called millennials ( Gen Y ) are mostly the children of baby boomers, and at more than 82 million strong, they now outnumber the members of the boomer generation.  These guys were born in the 80s and 90s, theyre our younger sisters and brothers.   These guys stayed at home into their 20s. They had shit handed to them on a plate, according to their parental generation,  actually unwilling as they were to let them move out and live their own lives..  (my last baby can’t leave!).  It’s Baby Boomers who call their own kids, Selfish, narcissistic and entitled. But it’s the Baby Boomers who made them that way.

To me it’s almost like Frankenstein’s Monster. These attitudes were created by the very people who abhor it the most.  Those kids with those attitudes don’t care what you think. They’re done with your shit. They do what they want, because you have always let them. They don’t feel much.

But let’s look at young men’s attitude toward masculinity first. You live at home with your momma? Oh yes son, I’m talking to you.  What does this popular culture song by TLC  from the 90s tell us?

Can’t get with a dead beat.  By the time guys of my Gen got to 1999, they still shrugged their shoulders about this sort of social comment because it wasn’t about them.  Gen Y take it to heart. What are they supposed to be like? Who are their role models?  Who are they in society?   When left to sit long enough, all things return to their lowest state.   In this case it might be Apes, and frankly it’s that or Hipster.  They’ve been called entitled, but have found that once they’ve flown the coop,  they aren’t really. They can’t get a job, even at the end of studying at Uni. ( again, retire already Baby boomer gen!)  They will probably never be able to afford a house in a major capital city.   Frustration and way, way too many of them in one place has boiled over.  Social media has fed the narcissism, sure… but the stigmatism shouldn’t stop at Gen Y.   We need to look at young men and how they are viewed in society and in the community.  We need to look at why young men drink, take drugs and get into shit on a Saturday night in places like Kings Cross.  Is it really a lack of direction, or sense of an achievable future?  Is it just that like Gen Y, My Gen, that They’ve got nothing to believe in, but they want something to believe in.. or is it that they don’t know how to Man?

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Daz’s Cricket Sandwich

wpid-20131227_142645.jpgpicklesWhether or not you like cricket, it is an intrinsic part of Australian culture. Every summer around Christmas time ye olde Channel 9 will broadcast it in some for or other.

Everyone who has grown up with cricket in their lives is likely ( especially since the 80s) to have some kind of tradition about watching it at home on the telly during the holidays.

With permission, I give you Darren McLander’s Cricket Sandwich recipe. It’s an unique variation of the ol’ Ham salad sanga, which was always popular with my own family.


   Fresh White sliced bread. Make sure it’s the softest you can find.

  Leg ham off the bone. About 2-3 slices per sanga.  ( Being Xmas you may just have an     abundance of this)

 Fresh Truss tomatoes. Jarlsberg Cheese. Roquette. Spanish onion.

  Three threes Sweet Mustard Pickles

Pasta salad from the supermarket deli. ( You may also use Coleslaw, Potato salad or just mayo)

Tinned Beetroot slices ( Daz tells me he traditionally uses Golden Circle, but of late their slices have been becoming smaller and smaller)

Vegemite. Yes indeed.cheesetomato

The construction is very considered:  Remove the slices that you’ll use on the bottom first.  Leaving the top slice in the bag helps it to retain it’s softness and so it doesn’t dry out.

Spread a generous amount of pickles onto the slice. Next arrange your ham slices on top of that.

Have a swig of your beer. Or if you’re feeling very nostalgic. Your Creme soda with ice.

Next layer your tomato slices and sprinkle with salt and pepper to taste. He likes Tomato more than your aonionverage person, so about 4 or 5 slices of a largish tomato. It’s important that they are hydroponic or truss tomatoes that are good and red. ” No one like crunchy green tomatoes that taste like water”  Nicely ripened home grown ones would be the best for this if you have them.

The placement of the tomato within the folds of the ham and Cheese minimises the soggy bread syndrome which is often the bane of a good Salad sanga.   So clearly next placed is the cheese. About 2 slices on each sandwich

In this order then comes Onion cut into half moon rings, Beetroot, Pasta salad and the Roquette.  You can heap the construction as you like it, but remember you’ll need to squash it down a little.

Remove beetspastathe top slice from the bread bag and smear it with Vegemite to taste.

Place on the top of your creation and press down.  Daz likes it “uncut”  I prefer it cut in halves.

Bon apetit. You wont be disapointed.


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Christmas in Retail

The first rule of retail, is you do not talk about retail, especially online.

Everyone who works in retail usually speaks of nothing else at this time of year.

Merry Christmas!

It isn’t your usual customers that cause Xmas time grief, some of whom predictably piss you off on a weekly or monthly basis, it’s your “blow ins” that often leave a residual bitter taste on the palate.

Expecting more than you can provide, or often simply the extra presence of blow ins can cause all kinds of calamity such as: Creating a bottleneck at the registers, which in turn creates excess Tsk! or the very fact that you are under pressure to perform more quickly for more people, causes your regular customers to get the shits.  It’s a vicious cycle, and those who act surprised have short memories.  I am speaking from 20 or more years experience in the game, and while this may resemble a whinge, I pride myself on my customer service and that of my team.  I believe you “create your own customer” and good service isn’t really that hard if you have the training and skills.  But I also believe in working smarter, not harder, so when I have to work harder I’m not a happy Cowgirl.

So what’s this got to do with you?  Simple. Don’t be an arsehole whilst you are Christmas shopping. Do not assume people “get paid” to fix up your shit. Fucking with the merchandise and leaving it strewn from ear to toe across a shop just makes it difficult for everyone.   Leaving your food rubbish around the shop or in the carpark instead of in the giant, very obvious bin.. you’re just a lazy prick and it just makes you look like you have mucho disrespecto for the people who work there.  That’s how you get spit in your burger.  I don’t presume anyone I know personally would be child like enough to behave like this, but it helps to spread the word.

It’s Faux Pas for me to discuss this, and is generally frowned upon, but I’ll let you in on a little secret….

If you want good service, be a good customer.  Simples!

On the plus side.. and Yes, people can be offended by whatever they damn well like, and people can chose to be not offended by anything  so let’s quit the “what not to say to……” bullshit articles. ..  it makes for some damn funny stories at Christmas parties. You could be one of my hilarious joke stories. At least 500 people will make you famous.

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I’m about to go H.A.M

I bought a ham. A free range ham. That means my piggy pig pig’s leg was free to roam in pasture, and to act like a pig and to interact with other pigs of all ages.

I really wish the opposite was true in terms of labelling. Free range costs a lot more, usually because, funnily enough it is more labour intensive.  We humans are pretty much arseholes when it comes to making livestock production cheaper. Jamming sows in stalls not wider than their bodies and making them give birth in there. Apparently banned in most other countries except of course, old backward backwater Australia.  ( I mean how much further backward can we go Tony Abbott?)Free range pork is born free range and gets to live free range, until it is (hopefully) humanely put down for the purposes of my Xmas season tradition of eating a ham leg for the next 3 months.  If you know me, you know I love my pork products. I do try to actively source Free range pork.

I used to be a Vegetarian , for 10 years infact, and I think after I returned to the land of the omnivores,  Ham was one of the last meats that I came back to because of the intelligence of the animal.  Pigs are smart. So are Squid for that matter.

If you’re having ham this year at Xmas, look for Free Range Pork. But don’t be fooled by the trickster label “Bred free range” because that means the Sow was allowed out, but the piglets were separated from her at 4 weeks and taken away to shelters full of other piglets into a piglet, stolen children house.

There is sadly no legal definition in Australia  and most supermarket hams are the trickster version.

I reckon Free range is far superior anyway. Ask your local butcher.

All Hallow’s eve.

Homage to The One True God

Homage to The One True God

I don’t disagree it’s originally  a Gaelic or even Wiccan  ritual, but personally feel the commercialisation of this celebration has infact ruined what should be a beautiful thing to those who wish observe it’s true meaning. True meaning being paying respect to the memory of our late friends or relos.

It’s hard not to want to launch criticism at  retailers looking to cash in on a celebrated day in the downtime to Christmas.   Each to their own, but it wasn’t something that was widely commercially celebrated in Australia for  at least the past 30 years, to my knowledge.  That could be because I was brought up in a country town though, I suppose, and like most European celebrations we observe eg: easter bunny being about spring and new life,  the seasons they are celebrating are all in the reverse.

I recently read, that it was all about stocking up for the lean times of winter, time to slaughter the cattle and bring in the Pumpkins.  October in Australia is just about things catching fire, of late.

Critics will say that we Aussies observe other days like St. Patrick’s day, and even Oktoberfest. But these involve lots and lots of Beer. Not lollies and letting your kids knock on strangers’ front doors.

Don’t get me wrong, I love dressing up like a slutty witch as much as the next Post-feminist, post-wiccan ( yes I put it in the census once)  I just reckon, like all things,  it should be open for debate.

Hey I just met you and this is crazy, but you’re over 30, fat and lazy.

This morning I read This article and it gave me an idea on how to link up my current thoughts on why I’m sometimes pretty bemused  at the world.

I like to think I spend a lot of my time trying to teach other people stuff. Be it through work, or sports or more relevantly, my immediate friends.  Queue this Mariah Carey song 

DO I want to be a hero? Is it really just about making myself feel better here?

Through my work I’m the Boss lady. People need to learn to develop themselves if they want to get anywhere with their career in the company. My efforts to help them do that, are appreciated when they get promoted or some kind of tangible gain can be seen as a result. I then feel happy that Ive taught someone something that has helped them in their lives.

When it comes to friends, the opposite is often true.  I sometimes feel like I’m an honorary mother figure who’s advice is to be ignored because it isn’t cool.  This could also be a feeling I am getting because of the way society has brought up girls and women to compete with each other and there will always be disparity.  It isn’t tangible, and the lessons of  women who have gone before us seem outdated and fussy, even if they are only a few years ahead of us in our lives.

It could also be that maybe I care more about it, and think more on it than they do. It could also be that my delivery is too direct.  If you were to ask me what I want to achieve in my advice giving, it really is so that other people can make their own lives better.  I think this is the crux of  why people interfere in each others’ lives. By God, maybe it’s the meaning of life!

I honestly never thought I would get to a stage where I would say “when I was your age..” but, like global warming, it happens quickly and some people still can’t come to grips with the concept.

Moving into your 30s and realising a lot of people in your life were still in high school when you were out getting shit faced at uni or you were already having a career mapped out, is kind of daunting.

I don’t think Ive ever had a conversation with a group of women,  especially those who I have just been introduced to, where the topic of how old everyone is, hasn’t come up.

Why do we do that?

It’s some kind of gauge as to who knows more? Or is it some kind of gauge as to who is past their use by date? DO I need to compete with this woman for space, both in getting attention, and for the recognition of my ideas?   Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but you’re over thirty so you’re  fat and lazy

Even at my recently taken up sport of Cricket. Yes, Women’s cricket there aren’t a lot of us, so I feel naturally,  we should band together, one bit of sledging stemmed from accusing another player of being 30.  The girl who was sledging the older woman was 14 years old.  At 14 years old, she feared being 30 because that was old! In sporting terms 30 is past it.  You’ve done your dash, time to go off and have babies and leave the sports to the young and less creaky boned.

How did she get that way?

Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only person concerning myself with such questions.  I believe the standard you walk past, is the standard you accept.

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