Another week and nothing happens we have had 2 Asylum seekers boats sink, How many lives need to be lost before our Government finally steps up and does the damn right thing about it. All they talk about is stopping the boats, well you can stop them take an Air force plane over load up the Asylum seekers give them protection visa's and bring them home do this two to three times a year and it would stop.
Stop letting the lowest common denominator determined what you think the Australian people want. We WANT these people safe, we want them free from harm, we want the smuggling to STOP. We don't want people taking their lives into their own hands on a leaky boat to get here. We don't want them sent to Naruru where you can forget about them and we sure as fuck don't want them sent to Malaysia where they run the risk of being locked up for being an Asylum seeker.
We don't want yet another fucking committee telling us fuck all again, we sure as hell don't want Tony Abbott and his bloody boat phone. We want to Open up the lucky country that is Australia to those who are in dire need. Stop dicking with people's lives and man the fuck up and do the right thing.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Domestic Violence
Due to a recent "sports start" here in Australia Domestic violence has been being talk about again. It's really hard to explain to people who have never been in a Domestic Violence situation why it's so hard to get out and why people don't often realise they are in a Domestic Violent relationship until it's way to late.
Trust me when I tell you that you don't fall in love with a domestic abuser you fall in love with their alter ego. You don't fall in love with some one who beats you on the first date, or starts putting you down and verbally abusing you from the word go. It creeps up on you they start out small a verbal word here a put down there, it's so subtle that you don't even realise that it's happening and you question if you took it the wrong way.
Then it gets bigger, more put downs more isolation sometimes violent outbursts that are blamed on you. Then there is the beating(this never happened to me) There is a cycle of abuse the loving, the violence, the apologies the loving the violence and around and around it goes. The more you are abused the harder it is to get out. You start to believe the lies that you are fat, ugly, useless, that no one else will love you like he does, that you deserve what you are getting, that it's your fault, if only you would do things right they wouldn't get angry with you.
Then there is the fear I am grateful that I never had children in my situation but he wanted some even though I was only 16 at the time he wanted me to give up school and have a child I am so glad I kept the fact that I was on the pill a secret because if he had found out I would have paid the price. As it was while I was never beaten he was attempted and I managed to lock myself in the bedroom with a set of draws against the door to keep him out. Until you have lived with the fear that your supposedly loving partner puts in you, you will never understand why women and some men stay in abusive relationships.
I wonder how many people realise that the most dangerous time in a domestic abusive relationship is when you leave because the abuser has lost control and wants it back. You live in fear that they will come after you, they threaten to take your children away they threaten and some do end up killing you.
I was lucky I was able to go on a "holiday" to go see my mum in a town a few hours away and it was from the safety of her house that I called him and told him I wasn't coming back, Many woman aren't that lucky they have to run in the middle of the night or the middle of the day when their partners are either asleep or at work and they are leaving with barely more than the clothes on their backs.
So next time you hear of a woman in a domestic violent situation and are wondering why they don't leave don't assume it's because they don't want to it's because they are afraid to.
Trust me when I tell you that you don't fall in love with a domestic abuser you fall in love with their alter ego. You don't fall in love with some one who beats you on the first date, or starts putting you down and verbally abusing you from the word go. It creeps up on you they start out small a verbal word here a put down there, it's so subtle that you don't even realise that it's happening and you question if you took it the wrong way.
Then it gets bigger, more put downs more isolation sometimes violent outbursts that are blamed on you. Then there is the beating(this never happened to me) There is a cycle of abuse the loving, the violence, the apologies the loving the violence and around and around it goes. The more you are abused the harder it is to get out. You start to believe the lies that you are fat, ugly, useless, that no one else will love you like he does, that you deserve what you are getting, that it's your fault, if only you would do things right they wouldn't get angry with you.
Then there is the fear I am grateful that I never had children in my situation but he wanted some even though I was only 16 at the time he wanted me to give up school and have a child I am so glad I kept the fact that I was on the pill a secret because if he had found out I would have paid the price. As it was while I was never beaten he was attempted and I managed to lock myself in the bedroom with a set of draws against the door to keep him out. Until you have lived with the fear that your supposedly loving partner puts in you, you will never understand why women and some men stay in abusive relationships.
I wonder how many people realise that the most dangerous time in a domestic abusive relationship is when you leave because the abuser has lost control and wants it back. You live in fear that they will come after you, they threaten to take your children away they threaten and some do end up killing you.
I was lucky I was able to go on a "holiday" to go see my mum in a town a few hours away and it was from the safety of her house that I called him and told him I wasn't coming back, Many woman aren't that lucky they have to run in the middle of the night or the middle of the day when their partners are either asleep or at work and they are leaving with barely more than the clothes on their backs.
So next time you hear of a woman in a domestic violent situation and are wondering why they don't leave don't assume it's because they don't want to it's because they are afraid to.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Girly girls and Tomboys.
I have to admit I am a tomboy, I hate dresses I live in jeans and boots, I don't get the need for more shoes than you can wear, or handbags or make up. I like things simple I hate pink and prefer blue. I would rather be out drinking with the boys than inside drinking with the girls. I like rude jokes and crude sense of humour.
Don't get me wrong I do like looking like a girl I just prefer comfort over fashion. I tried so hard to make my girls tomboys yet I seem to have gotten two girls who are girly. They love dressed, they love shoes, they want make up(but I deny this request) one already has her ear pierced and the other wants it done(not going to happen until she is 8 or older).
Both hate rough games both are indoor types no matter how much I push them outside. One loves playing barbies and I have to make my self suffer and play with her just to keep her happy(I really can't think of anything worse). So how did I the tomboy end up with two girly girls?
Thursday, June 14, 2012
It's only half way through the year but we have a winner.
The most stupidest thing of the year has a winner and we are only half way through. While reading my favourite parenting site I came across this article http://www.illawarramercury.com.au/news/national/national/general/touch-too-much-pupils-protest-at-school-ban-on-contact/2590731.aspx?storypage=1
I am serious stunned at the stupid of it all. Banning touching at school what the hell is wrong with this picture. Naww children were being hurt sure that's sad but seriously NO touching no wonder the world is totally fucked up when you can't hug your mate or give someone a high five for something.
What happened to the days where a little rough play was encouraged, the days where the only thing that was banned was british bulldog? Why are we wrapping our kids up in cotton wool then sending them out as adults to deal with a world they know nothing about. Life is tough, people are rough children need to be prepared for this they can't be wrapped in bubble wrap.
When I was a kid broken bones were cool, a bruise was nothing, we played rough talked tough and we lived. Billy carts, tree houses, rope swings, swimming in creeks, getting dirty, outside without parental supervision. When the hell did we become a bunch of namdy pamdy morons?
How is this in anyway acceptable? How do children learn when they aren't allowed to try? How do they learn compassion if they can't hug their friends when they are upset?
WAKE UP WORLD we are taking things way to far.
I am serious stunned at the stupid of it all. Banning touching at school what the hell is wrong with this picture. Naww children were being hurt sure that's sad but seriously NO touching no wonder the world is totally fucked up when you can't hug your mate or give someone a high five for something.
What happened to the days where a little rough play was encouraged, the days where the only thing that was banned was british bulldog? Why are we wrapping our kids up in cotton wool then sending them out as adults to deal with a world they know nothing about. Life is tough, people are rough children need to be prepared for this they can't be wrapped in bubble wrap.
When I was a kid broken bones were cool, a bruise was nothing, we played rough talked tough and we lived. Billy carts, tree houses, rope swings, swimming in creeks, getting dirty, outside without parental supervision. When the hell did we become a bunch of namdy pamdy morons?
How is this in anyway acceptable? How do children learn when they aren't allowed to try? How do they learn compassion if they can't hug their friends when they are upset?
WAKE UP WORLD we are taking things way to far.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
An Amazing blog post.
I have just read the most amazing blog post, it pulled on my heartstrings and decided that I had to share it.
http://www.danoah.com/2011/11/im-christian-unless-youre-gay.html This is one of the most sad and loving things I have ever read. When I first saw the title I though ok this is going to be a great rant about religion and their stance on homosexuality but it isn't it's much much more.
It's a blog about love about acceptance and about tolerance. It's about living life to the fullest and while accepting the "sinner" but hating the "sin"(just to be clear I don't think that homosexuality is a sin). It's about looking past people's differences and seeing the actual story within. I sat here reading this blog(please read it all but be warned it's long 3 pages long) and I was crying and in it I recognised something of me in it. I am not a religious person and I am not tolerant of those who are and try to "convert" me. I have been rude and judgemental about it and I have hurt people. Hurting people was never my intention I just wanted them to stop preaching and leave me alone.
I am a great support of homosexual rights and I am big on fighting for marriage equality for same sex couples. I believe you have the right to your religion just like I have the right not to believe. But have I been hurting people with my judgements, I have rolled my eyes and shouted them down instead of respecting their positions. I have friends of many faiths but even they now not to talk to me about it and I use it to ridicule them and in doing that I am no better than those using religion to cover up their hatred. This blog opened my eyes and for that I am grateful.
http://www.danoah.com/2011/11/im-christian-unless-youre-gay.html This is one of the most sad and loving things I have ever read. When I first saw the title I though ok this is going to be a great rant about religion and their stance on homosexuality but it isn't it's much much more.
It's a blog about love about acceptance and about tolerance. It's about living life to the fullest and while accepting the "sinner" but hating the "sin"(just to be clear I don't think that homosexuality is a sin). It's about looking past people's differences and seeing the actual story within. I sat here reading this blog(please read it all but be warned it's long 3 pages long) and I was crying and in it I recognised something of me in it. I am not a religious person and I am not tolerant of those who are and try to "convert" me. I have been rude and judgemental about it and I have hurt people. Hurting people was never my intention I just wanted them to stop preaching and leave me alone.
I am a great support of homosexual rights and I am big on fighting for marriage equality for same sex couples. I believe you have the right to your religion just like I have the right not to believe. But have I been hurting people with my judgements, I have rolled my eyes and shouted them down instead of respecting their positions. I have friends of many faiths but even they now not to talk to me about it and I use it to ridicule them and in doing that I am no better than those using religion to cover up their hatred. This blog opened my eyes and for that I am grateful.
What in the hell is wrong with the world today.
I am remembering a time last year when child 3 was telling me that one of the boys in her class told her he didn't like her because she wasn't sexy. She wasn't sexy, she was 5 she didn't need to be sexy and I told her so. But really it's not surprising that children are picking up on what is deemed sexy thin women are deemed sexy anyone over a size 12 is considered plus size. What has happened to us when people think that bordering on anorexia is sexy and good looking, where fake is preferred to real, where you are considered fat if you are above a size 12.
Earlier this year I was in Sydney and went shopping with husband for new jeans. I walked into one store and asked for a size 16 pair of jeans, the girl looked at me with contempt and with a smug tone told me that " We don't carry anything larger than a 14" Sure ok I am not skinny I am a little overweight but seriously I don't need to be spoken down to like I am a lessor being, Luckily the next shop I went into went all out with their help and not only found me the size I needed but helped me make sure that they fit properly and I was comfortable in them before buying them it was outstanding service and as soon as I got home I fired off an email to the parent company congratulating them on their wonderful staff. The other company got a short terse email about teaching their employee's to speak nicely to customers because we are the base of their business.
How have we let it come to this? I feel for my girls because they are always going to be judged by their looks or their boob size before anything else.
Earlier this year I was in Sydney and went shopping with husband for new jeans. I walked into one store and asked for a size 16 pair of jeans, the girl looked at me with contempt and with a smug tone told me that " We don't carry anything larger than a 14" Sure ok I am not skinny I am a little overweight but seriously I don't need to be spoken down to like I am a lessor being, Luckily the next shop I went into went all out with their help and not only found me the size I needed but helped me make sure that they fit properly and I was comfortable in them before buying them it was outstanding service and as soon as I got home I fired off an email to the parent company congratulating them on their wonderful staff. The other company got a short terse email about teaching their employee's to speak nicely to customers because we are the base of their business.
Why have we gone from seeing this woman a sex goddess to seeing
as one?
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
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