Scrooge’s failing is in being disconnected from the people around him. The failure of today’s Scrooges is the belief that connecting with the people around them is enough.
Here we are at Life at Nine already. How quickly they grow up! The ABC’s documentary series tracking the growth and development of a sample cross-section of Australian children only appears every two years. The two episodes of this edition are designated ‘Independence’ and ‘Creativity’.
[Content Note for linked material: Isla Vista mass murders, misogyny, gun culture]
What I think would be helpful for a lot of men to understand (women too probably) is that sex and love aren’t earned. Can’t be earned. They are a matter of grace from the other person. And, because they can’t be earned, whether you are getting sex or love is not a reliable signifier of your value as a human being and aren’t a metric by which one person should be compared to another.
We had an intimate family dinner out at a pizza joint in Newtown, where the sprogs had their first ever hipster drinks served in jamjars.
To everybody else who is missing their mother today, I feel for you.
Mateship with Birds was reviewed for the 2014 Australian Women Writers Challenge.
I wish so much that I had been able to buy Miriam Elia’s book, We Go to the Art Gallery before it was stomped on by Penguin books. I do love a bit of mothering and nihilism in art galleries, you know. Thanks to Penelope D. for the link. (Cross-posted at blue milk). Share this post? Related posts: Are princesses… Read more →
Welcome to the 69th Down Under Feminists Carnival. This month read some of the best posts from January 2014.
Feminism is messy and difficult, and it should be. We’re talking about changing incredibly powerful institutions and also, incredibly intimate parts of our lives. That work won’t ever be easy. And the introspection involved particularly for doing feminist work on oneself is exhausting and often quite disorientating. You add to that mix the fact that this work is now being… Read more →
Earlier this year I started going to a weekly singing group, encouraged by mr tog because it was happening where he does his band practice, and he was sure that getting back into singing regularly again would make me happier. He was right …
How did a day that grew from West Virginian Mothers’ Work Days from 1858 onwards (where mothers worked together to improve their community), and Mothers’ Friendship Days from 1865 (to promote harmony between former opponents in the Civil War), become what we celebrate now as Mother’s Day?
See the difference that apostrophe position makes?
Mum was the first hoyden I ever knew.
When people scoff at the message that we need to teach people not to rape they make the assumption that the lesson goes: “Rape is bad. Don’t do it.” That is not what the lesson looks like. The lesson, once it is adopted, will be that every single person out there, regardless of any defining personal characteristics, is a human being of value, and with a right to make their own decisions about what bodily contact to have with others.