I’m blogging today’s CATSIN press release in its entirely, as I’m not sure how much play it will get elsewhere, and I believe it is important. CATSIN is the Congress of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Nurses. This statement comes… Read More ›
Month: September 2007
A prison sentence? Geez, ya think?
Sometimes I just wonder why I read the news. What the fuck? I have nothing to say. Cut for people-are-vile triggers. Not particularly gory, in the blood-and-guts sense. Whether it’s safe for work or not, I’m not prepared to say…. Read More ›
Linkfest: Cultures ‘n’ Vultures edition
The Age has this opinion piece by Claire Smith: “The Aboriginal intervention policy is failing”. Smith is an associate professor in archaeology at Flinders University, has worked with Aboriginal communities in the Northern Territory for almost 20 years, and is… Read More ›
Wednesday Wow: A Heart Among Giant Desire
Found in my regular trawl through the WOW! flickr image pool.
I grew up as a bushwalker (hiker/rambler for you foreign types). I’ve never been to somewhere with trees quite like this, but it brings back fond memories of walks through quiet, wild spaces.
The UN Declaration.
As you probably know the UN Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous People passed by an overwhelming majority. 143 countries voted in support, 11 abstained (Azerbaijan, Bangladesh, Bhutan, Burundi, Colombia, Georgia, Kenya, Nigeria, Russian Federation, Samoa, Ukraine), and 4 voted… Read More ›
Might as well go for the big three of humourless feminism
Seeing as the two previous posts are Lauredhel’s on rape culture and mine on prostitution, I thought I’d add a link to this post that I had been saving up for later in the week: Trouble in Pornoland. Written by… Read More ›
Ignoring imprisonment and institutionalisation
As long as it’s only women in the sex industry being exploited and abused, that is. There’s two excellent posts around on legalised prostitution at the moment, examining the way that legalisation seems to have offered an extra layer of… Read More ›
Drowning in the static
I haven’t written anything about rape culture for a while now. Sometimes I’m just not sure what to say. Half the population experiences it directly, and the other half often seems to me to be divided into those who actively… Read More ›
“Let us remember that we are not our own.”
And now, the last of the “Dress and Its Relation to Health” chapter from the Ladies’ Handbook of Home Treatment, 1905. The previous parts of this chapter are here, here, and here. In which we consider women’s pro-corset angst and… Read More ›
Spring in my garden
The blossom feeding parrot is a lorikeet. The tree is a Pohutukawa.
Hoyden About Town 