When something in the news gets on my goat
Although some media outlets sprouting stats of over 70% of our population in support of equal marriage rights in Australia, I feel I can’t let that stop me because the moment I pause for breath someone else seems to feel obliged to fill the silence with a contrary opinion.
“What are you watching?” Master9 asked me tonight. “Just an ad about gay marriage,” I told him. “Good,” he said. “People should be able to marry whoever they love.” Unfortunately, it wasn’t an ad for that….
I have a confession.
Some people can’t handle their alcohol. They become arrogant and abusive, like certain politicians speaking under parliamentary privilege they say and do things they know aren’t acceptable in normal society.
I have something to say about the siege in Sydney, and it may not be what you’re expecting.
Best you know up front, I’ve got my ranty pants on.
I was only just thinking the other day, you know what the world needs more of? Mother’s guilt.
Why is it, the more outrageous the conspiracy theory, the more people are prepared to believe it? The moon landing. Shakespeare. Area 51. Vaccinations.
Warning: this is a serious post. A serious post about a serious issue.
Going through checkout at Woolies today and the lady behind me threw down the Sunday Mail on the conveyor belt with much gusto, its ‘I AM GAY’ headline staring up at me.
Initially, I wasn’t going to weigh into this, but the amount of cyber bullying around this is a disgrace.
Have you ever gone away for a family vacation and one of your kids gets sick? Well, apparently, this is somehow your fault and you are being inconsiderate for bringing your kids on your family holiday. Family holidays are strictly for adults. I mean, duh!
It’s hard enough dealing with a child upset because kids at school are calling them names – but what if Mum and Dad joined in on the act?
I did some thorough research into the origins of circumcision because I wanted to know how it ever became an option some bloke with a scalpel needs to ask. So on the back of that, here’s what Wikipedia had to say about it.
My children are beautiful – which is a real shit because apparently there’s good money to be had in producing ugly kids.