Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Actually, that's a lie. I also, from my time back home, got a moment of genuine feminist ire.

It's not something I'm prone to. Sure, I'm a modern girl with a tendency to react violently to sexism, but I also believe that grassroots feminism in Australia is at the stage where hollering about the sisterhood is not likely to get you taken seriously. (It's also hard to take "girlpower" seriously when you remember "Manpower"...) Mostly I believe that locking the misogynists and the radical feminists in a room together would be both entertaining, profitable (ticket sales) and far more peaceful for the rest of us.

But then Jess Jonassen happened.

Jess was all over the news when I was at home, and fair enough too; she's 16, and playing for Queensland Fire, the state women's cricket team. She's clearly damn awesome. They had a whole big evening news article about her, with an interview and everything. (This isn't where the ire came in. That came later.)

That, from memory, was Friday. On the Monday evening news, when they did their sports round-up, I was bemused by a five-minute exploration of the local Rockhampton cricket club fixtures, complete with video footage of 22 average blokes playing their very best shots on the little grounds. Aww.

And then they mentioned that Jess Jonassen had performed really well in her debut and the results were blah blah whatever. The footage they showed? The same old footage from Friday of her being interviewed.

Wait, what? There was a cameraman at the Brothers vs Sons (I don't know, whoever) Rockhampton club match, but there wasn't a cameraman at the interstate women's cricket? WHAT THE HELL?

I don't know who fails more in this: Channel 9 or Australia as a whole. But there is fail. And there is ire.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

I went home to Queensland for a week and all I got was seven days of tropical weather; three DVDs for $30 including The Proeposition; two dresses, two shirts and a skirt for $8; and a jar of Mum's Christmas mince.

It wasn't in a pear tree.