So my dread on reading this headline was shortlived.
Thank you, considerate subeditor.
Obviously, whenever a child drowns someone blames themselves for not supervising carefully enough. The parents and any other adult who could hypothetically have been watching more closely will castigate themselves for the rest of their lives. Few will have to cope with the horror-blamefest awaiting Kerry Lucas, though: today while she was exercising with her baby in his pram, she took a cellphone call and hung up to realise the pram was no longer there. Initially thought to be a kidnap case, approximately 20 minutes later the pram and her son strapped into it were seen in the river. He drowned.
I can’t imagine how she must be feeling. What I can imagine all too clearly though is the tut-tutting that is bound to occur over the next weeks because Kerry Lucas happens to be a model and triathlete who, amongst other endeavours, poses for cheesecake photoshoots for lad magazines. As if being distracted and failing to put the brake on a pram couldn’t happen to any parent – I used to have nightmares about it myself. I shudder to think what Miranda Devine or Caroline Overington might come up with in their columns, but I have a bad feeling that somehow the death of Kerry Lucas’ baby will not only be presented (actually probably deniably implied) as somehow her just desserts for being a hussy but also feminism will be somehow to blame.
I can’t help my overwhelming emotion here being one of relief, still, that neither of my nieces drowned today. My sympathies nonetheless go out to the bereaved parents in the Blue Mountains and in Adelaide for these two lives cut off too short today, and all the others too that simply didn’t make the headlines.
How terribly sad it all is.