there are 3 types of people
those who are ignorant of the fact that sexualisation of women exists (usually these people are young and naive)
those who know it exists and are ignorant of the fact that sexualisation of women hurts our society
and those who know sexualisation exists and hurts our society
if you are the middle or latter and you still buy into the sexual objectification of women then you are a sellout
Friday, September 18, 2015
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
mina
mina was a chinese lady I worked with, in an office, for around 6 months. we hit it off and spent our breaks together talking. she wasn't like the other ladies in the office who gossiped and spent most of their day talking instead of getting work done. when i left we kept in contact via email for 2 years.
we planned a weekend away together in the country talking about how we'd drive up sat morning, what food we'd bring, how we'd sip wine at night time and do yoga together sunday morning. i picked her up from her house and we drove to the location together, talking happily and stopping to take photos of an echidna.
the accommodation was a lovely double story house with natural wood and corrugated iron cladding, set on a hill. we settled in, mina saying i could have the upstairs master bedroom because i put the weekend together. first we went for a walk around the property then settled down on the comfy sofas to talk and nibble on anti pesto.
the first odd thing to happen was mina suggesting i open a bottle of wine, only to tell me she didn't want any after i'd poured myself a glass. it was further odd because she'd been the one to suggest we bring alcohol and relax and drink together. further odd when later she pulled out her own bottle of alcohol wanting me to have a glass even though she wouldn't be having any.
we talked all day and all night, even went for a night time walk, and all was going fine. bed time came and we went to our rooms. she phoned her husband to talk, she'd been texting and phoning him every couple of hours since we'd left her house. even asked me why i wasn't calling my beau. i said it's my weekend away, i'll make the most of the break.
sleep was fitful because we had resident possums who ran and banged across the roof most of the night. i got up and made myself a cup of tea and nibbled and waited for mina to get up. she took ages to wake up so i went for a walk, then when i came back i began do the dishes as quietly as i could. 10mins later she comes upstairs and grumpily tells me to stop doing the dishes because it had woken her up, adding that it's not our job to do them, we're meant to leave them for the owners. then she asks me what i was doing all night, all that banging and clanging, that kept her awake. i explain it was the possums and, i kid you not, she didn't believe me.
she went back down stairs, got dressed and left the house. i went downstairs and saw her outside doing yoga with out me thinking 'so much for us doing yoga together', but ignored it and tidied up the place. when she came back inside she was annoyed that i'd been tidying up (again she felt we should leave it for those who rent the place out). so she'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed because she'd had a bad sleep, fair enough.
later on we settled on the sofas to nibble on leftovers and talk. mina starts talking to me about my situation, at the time i wasn't working and my beau was, so she assumes he's paying for me to live. she asks me if i feel guilty living off his wealth. i explain the wealth is not his, we live in my house, i own my own car outright and still have money to live off while i look for work. then she asks me if i could be a kept woman, i.e. use my beauty and marry a rich man who takes care of me. i tell her it's not something i could do because i'm too independent and beauty fades. suddenly she snaps at me and says 'my friends beauty hasn't faded'. and i'm like, who said we were talking about your friend. weird!
when it comes time to pack up and get ready to leave, i write a note in the visitors book while mina tells me she refuses to write 'in those things'. when i look up from the book she's going through my valuables on the table, watch, camera etc. checking the brands. by now i'm thinking 'who is this woman?' you never really know someone until you live with them (even if only for a weekend).
the drive home is hard because we're both pretending not to feel annoyed with each other. back at her place she shows me to her art studio and her paintings (earlier that day i'd shown her pictures of my art work and she'd been negative about it, saying it's not so good). i see her artwork and compliment her on her use of colours and painting style. he art work was awful, but unlike her, i'd never insult a fellow artist.
i emailed her once after that weekend and got a cold short email back and that was that.
we planned a weekend away together in the country talking about how we'd drive up sat morning, what food we'd bring, how we'd sip wine at night time and do yoga together sunday morning. i picked her up from her house and we drove to the location together, talking happily and stopping to take photos of an echidna.
the accommodation was a lovely double story house with natural wood and corrugated iron cladding, set on a hill. we settled in, mina saying i could have the upstairs master bedroom because i put the weekend together. first we went for a walk around the property then settled down on the comfy sofas to talk and nibble on anti pesto.
the first odd thing to happen was mina suggesting i open a bottle of wine, only to tell me she didn't want any after i'd poured myself a glass. it was further odd because she'd been the one to suggest we bring alcohol and relax and drink together. further odd when later she pulled out her own bottle of alcohol wanting me to have a glass even though she wouldn't be having any.
we talked all day and all night, even went for a night time walk, and all was going fine. bed time came and we went to our rooms. she phoned her husband to talk, she'd been texting and phoning him every couple of hours since we'd left her house. even asked me why i wasn't calling my beau. i said it's my weekend away, i'll make the most of the break.
sleep was fitful because we had resident possums who ran and banged across the roof most of the night. i got up and made myself a cup of tea and nibbled and waited for mina to get up. she took ages to wake up so i went for a walk, then when i came back i began do the dishes as quietly as i could. 10mins later she comes upstairs and grumpily tells me to stop doing the dishes because it had woken her up, adding that it's not our job to do them, we're meant to leave them for the owners. then she asks me what i was doing all night, all that banging and clanging, that kept her awake. i explain it was the possums and, i kid you not, she didn't believe me.
she went back down stairs, got dressed and left the house. i went downstairs and saw her outside doing yoga with out me thinking 'so much for us doing yoga together', but ignored it and tidied up the place. when she came back inside she was annoyed that i'd been tidying up (again she felt we should leave it for those who rent the place out). so she'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed because she'd had a bad sleep, fair enough.
later on we settled on the sofas to nibble on leftovers and talk. mina starts talking to me about my situation, at the time i wasn't working and my beau was, so she assumes he's paying for me to live. she asks me if i feel guilty living off his wealth. i explain the wealth is not his, we live in my house, i own my own car outright and still have money to live off while i look for work. then she asks me if i could be a kept woman, i.e. use my beauty and marry a rich man who takes care of me. i tell her it's not something i could do because i'm too independent and beauty fades. suddenly she snaps at me and says 'my friends beauty hasn't faded'. and i'm like, who said we were talking about your friend. weird!
when it comes time to pack up and get ready to leave, i write a note in the visitors book while mina tells me she refuses to write 'in those things'. when i look up from the book she's going through my valuables on the table, watch, camera etc. checking the brands. by now i'm thinking 'who is this woman?' you never really know someone until you live with them (even if only for a weekend).
the drive home is hard because we're both pretending not to feel annoyed with each other. back at her place she shows me to her art studio and her paintings (earlier that day i'd shown her pictures of my art work and she'd been negative about it, saying it's not so good). i see her artwork and compliment her on her use of colours and painting style. he art work was awful, but unlike her, i'd never insult a fellow artist.
i emailed her once after that weekend and got a cold short email back and that was that.
Thursday, September 10, 2015
kendrick johnson so many unanswered questions
why did he try to retrieve that shoe when he had his own white nike shoes
why, if he was trying to retreive his shoe, were his own shoes stuffed part way down the rolled up mat like someone threw them in after him
how did his shoes (the ones thrown in after him) fall or come off
where did the blood come from if he had no signs of struggle or open wounds
why is there no blood on top of the shoe he was supposed fetching
where did the finger nail scratches on his hand come from
why did no one notice him missing during the day
why do the school cameras miss bits of footage and why don't they show kenrick near the corner where the gym mats were
why don't the cameras show the two boys (one in a white shirt and one in a red shirt) follow him in to the gym, like the hall camera shows
when he enters the gym there are no boys playing basket ball, but they're shown playing in later (edited) footage
why did no one see or hear his struggle as he supposedly fell into the gym mat and got stuck
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| kendrick johnson in gym mat opening larger than 14in |
Sunday, August 23, 2015
speed fines do they work, cont.
when i accidentally ran the red light it was after 11pm and there was no-one, zero cars, on the road with me at the time. the intersection was completely empty. can't help but wonder what would have happened if i'd planted the breaks and stopped over the line. would the camera still go off, or is the speed i'm travelling also a factor (since the camera goes off when the sensors detect a car crossing the line after the light changes).
i've got 3 seconds after the light turns orange to cross the line, and 3 seconds after the light turns red until the other lights turn green.
the irony is the car accident that happened to me, and the reason why i needed a new car, happened because a p plated, novice, driver saw a red light camera at the lights and panicked. the light turned orange, she spotted the red light camera (on the other side of the road for on coming traffic, not us) and planted the breaks.
she didn't follow the golden rule they teach us when taking driving lessons, never stop suddenly without considering all those behind you and weather it is safe to stop without causing an accident.
the only person who saw her do this was the 4x4 driver coming up behind her. that driver managed to swerve into flowing traffic while the car directly after the 4x4 noticed the car in front breaking too late. it, the car behind it and myself all came screeching to a halt .. too late. one by one we hit her from behind, forcing her car out into the intersection, where the other traffic had to avoid hitting her.
we were in the middle lane of a 3 lane hwy and all the cars to the left and right of us made it safely through the intersection long before the light turned red. we were the only cars left at that intersection, any witnesses to say the p plater would have made it safely across the intersection if she hadn't panicked were long gone.
the red light camera at this intersection was the cause of a 4 car pile up. not a serious (resulting in death) accident but a bad accident none-the-less. one women involved in the accident was heavily pregnant and i (like the others no doubt) suffered bruising and damage to my joints that pained me for months. the camera may save lives but it causes more accidents.
the irony is i copped a 300+ fine for my red light incident. this p plater had no charge and was considered not at fault. the police who attended the accident said there was no way any of us could have stopped in time. there is no way to prepare yourself for a panicked driver who plants the breaks in an 80km p/h zone.
i've got 3 seconds after the light turns orange to cross the line, and 3 seconds after the light turns red until the other lights turn green.
the irony is the car accident that happened to me, and the reason why i needed a new car, happened because a p plated, novice, driver saw a red light camera at the lights and panicked. the light turned orange, she spotted the red light camera (on the other side of the road for on coming traffic, not us) and planted the breaks.
she didn't follow the golden rule they teach us when taking driving lessons, never stop suddenly without considering all those behind you and weather it is safe to stop without causing an accident.
the only person who saw her do this was the 4x4 driver coming up behind her. that driver managed to swerve into flowing traffic while the car directly after the 4x4 noticed the car in front breaking too late. it, the car behind it and myself all came screeching to a halt .. too late. one by one we hit her from behind, forcing her car out into the intersection, where the other traffic had to avoid hitting her.
we were in the middle lane of a 3 lane hwy and all the cars to the left and right of us made it safely through the intersection long before the light turned red. we were the only cars left at that intersection, any witnesses to say the p plater would have made it safely across the intersection if she hadn't panicked were long gone.
the red light camera at this intersection was the cause of a 4 car pile up. not a serious (resulting in death) accident but a bad accident none-the-less. one women involved in the accident was heavily pregnant and i (like the others no doubt) suffered bruising and damage to my joints that pained me for months. the camera may save lives but it causes more accidents.
the irony is i copped a 300+ fine for my red light incident. this p plater had no charge and was considered not at fault. the police who attended the accident said there was no way any of us could have stopped in time. there is no way to prepare yourself for a panicked driver who plants the breaks in an 80km p/h zone.
Friday, August 14, 2015
speed fines do they work
within a year+ of getting my next car i copped 3 fines. mostly i put it down to learning the new vehicle and how it works.
once was when i accidentally ran a red light. yes accidentally. my friend was directing, said turn here, so i slowed to turn, then she said, no this isn't the turn keep going. so i accelerated. as i did the light turned orange and i wasn't going slow enough to stop on time. the car kind of lurched forward as though the press of the accelerator was slow to start and then it was on.
i went to break, knew i would stop over the line so kept going. next thing it's paparazzi and i'm driving down the red carpet. chick chick chick. cameras lighting up.
next was when i was over taking a slow ute driver doing 75 in an 80 zone. he'd been driving slow for kilometers. finally i had a break in traffic and accelerated to move into flowing traffic. trouble was it was a down hill slope. again the accelerator went vroom. and there i am, paparazzi again, doing 85 in an 80 zone. chick chick.
next was ages later driving through town at 60 trying to figure out why my cruise control won't work. i kept pressing cruise on, then pushing the button up or down to set the speed at 60, let go of the accelerator and my speed creeps up again towards 70. i try again and again and again, pressing up and down and around and round. still when i leave it to the car to stay at that speed it creeps up. next thing paparazzi pop out of nowhere, flashing cameras at me like i'm a super star. and i get done for 68 in a 60 zone.
you've got to be kidding me!
what each of those stories have in common, that a stagnant camera on a pole and those who reap the rewards don't care about, is there was never any intent. surely intent has to play a part if it's to be considered a crime.
use to be police had to follow you for 3kms before booking you because they had to know you were deliberately trying to speed. not some accidental press of an accelerator or an inability to work cruise control or stop in time.
on a road (just one road) that generates $20 million a year for the government, there are 2 cameras along one stretch of road only 7kms apart. my friend got done twice in minutes of each other for doing over 100km along that road. got done twice! that's like pulling someone over and giving them 2 fines for the same crime.
so not only do they think people with no intent are criminals, they also book those 'criminals' twice for the same crime. and all because the government has gotten drunk of the lucrative rewards those stagnant (let's take a 1 second view of a person's life and pretend to know they've committed a crime without giving them the benefit of the doubt) cameras bring in.
some times the world is a shameful place to live.
once was when i accidentally ran a red light. yes accidentally. my friend was directing, said turn here, so i slowed to turn, then she said, no this isn't the turn keep going. so i accelerated. as i did the light turned orange and i wasn't going slow enough to stop on time. the car kind of lurched forward as though the press of the accelerator was slow to start and then it was on.
i went to break, knew i would stop over the line so kept going. next thing it's paparazzi and i'm driving down the red carpet. chick chick chick. cameras lighting up.
next was when i was over taking a slow ute driver doing 75 in an 80 zone. he'd been driving slow for kilometers. finally i had a break in traffic and accelerated to move into flowing traffic. trouble was it was a down hill slope. again the accelerator went vroom. and there i am, paparazzi again, doing 85 in an 80 zone. chick chick.
next was ages later driving through town at 60 trying to figure out why my cruise control won't work. i kept pressing cruise on, then pushing the button up or down to set the speed at 60, let go of the accelerator and my speed creeps up again towards 70. i try again and again and again, pressing up and down and around and round. still when i leave it to the car to stay at that speed it creeps up. next thing paparazzi pop out of nowhere, flashing cameras at me like i'm a super star. and i get done for 68 in a 60 zone.
you've got to be kidding me!
what each of those stories have in common, that a stagnant camera on a pole and those who reap the rewards don't care about, is there was never any intent. surely intent has to play a part if it's to be considered a crime.
use to be police had to follow you for 3kms before booking you because they had to know you were deliberately trying to speed. not some accidental press of an accelerator or an inability to work cruise control or stop in time.
on a road (just one road) that generates $20 million a year for the government, there are 2 cameras along one stretch of road only 7kms apart. my friend got done twice in minutes of each other for doing over 100km along that road. got done twice! that's like pulling someone over and giving them 2 fines for the same crime.
so not only do they think people with no intent are criminals, they also book those 'criminals' twice for the same crime. and all because the government has gotten drunk of the lucrative rewards those stagnant (let's take a 1 second view of a person's life and pretend to know they've committed a crime without giving them the benefit of the doubt) cameras bring in.
some times the world is a shameful place to live.
Monday, July 27, 2015
open your eyes people
my eyes have been open since i was a little girl. i knew that i was being told my place, my lot in life was as some object to be used and sexualised. everything around me told me that my place in life was to be sexy because that's what men want (only they don't really want it because they're no respect for it). tv shows, movies, mags, men's clubs, advertisements, signs, porn, men talking about women. it all pointed to one thing: that females are there to be owned and used, just like a car.
now some decades later the shit has hit the fan. the shit i saw coming when i was a little girl. all this over sexualisation of women has created a ferocious biological entitlement of men.
men now seek out porn, hookers, sex trafficked women and children, free, cheap, easy, dirty sex at ridiculously phenomenal rates. all because of something i saw coming as a child. if only i'd had a voice. if only i could be heard. if only i would be listened to. but i'm just one person. one mere woman in a sea of seedy lecherous greedy men who will sell our souls for the all mighty dollar. and a hundred million other seedy lecherous selfish men who will buy our souls for a moment of cheap thrills.
if only they'd rise up and say no. if only men and women would rise up and stop buying into the ill treatment of women. if only they'd stop buying and watching porn. if only they'd stop watching any and all shows that portray women as sex objects (i.e. under belly, game of thrones, and all those other hundreds of derogatory movies) if only they'd stop paying for and being strippers and sex workers. if only they stop buying mags, including women's mags which are all about feeding us the beauty myth. if only they'd stop buying sexist t.shirts and sexualised clothing. if only people would get a clue and learn to fight the system that has enslaved us and made women and children sexual commodities and men sexual slaves to the system.
come on people .. open your eyes!
now some decades later the shit has hit the fan. the shit i saw coming when i was a little girl. all this over sexualisation of women has created a ferocious biological entitlement of men.
men now seek out porn, hookers, sex trafficked women and children, free, cheap, easy, dirty sex at ridiculously phenomenal rates. all because of something i saw coming as a child. if only i'd had a voice. if only i could be heard. if only i would be listened to. but i'm just one person. one mere woman in a sea of seedy lecherous greedy men who will sell our souls for the all mighty dollar. and a hundred million other seedy lecherous selfish men who will buy our souls for a moment of cheap thrills.
if only they'd rise up and say no. if only men and women would rise up and stop buying into the ill treatment of women. if only they'd stop buying and watching porn. if only they'd stop watching any and all shows that portray women as sex objects (i.e. under belly, game of thrones, and all those other hundreds of derogatory movies) if only they'd stop paying for and being strippers and sex workers. if only they stop buying mags, including women's mags which are all about feeding us the beauty myth. if only they'd stop buying sexist t.shirts and sexualised clothing. if only people would get a clue and learn to fight the system that has enslaved us and made women and children sexual commodities and men sexual slaves to the system.
come on people .. open your eyes!
Monday, July 20, 2015
fat shamming vs fat acceptance
i can understand people's desire not to be hated on for being overweight or obese. no person should be hated, shamed, mocked disrespected for their appearance.
there is movement towards plus size models and photographers taking pics of women of all shapes and sizes. the diversity of women and men's preferences for different women is being highlighted more and more, as we move away from the standard model the press has set us to believe is the ideal.
but .. is being overweight or obese really a body shape / type, or the outward signs of an uncontrollable addiction to food?
body shapes for women are pear, apple, athletic etc. you can get skinny pears, medium pears and overweight pears. yes women come in all shapes and sizes but not sure if obesity should be celebrated or supported. isn't that just the corporations who make us this way winning? or is it us fighting back and reclaiming our rights? are we saying 'you made us fat now deal with the fall out as we become the new norm'?
if we did something similar like photographed women of all different types of addictions would we be as celebratory if the women were heroin addicts, alcoholics, gamblers? and what of over weight or obese men? are they equally celebrated or supported?
i'm all for people not being mistreated for how they look. at the same time claiming that overweight and obese people should be ok'd by society as somehow some new norm is not a good thing.
people in this condition are struggling, miserable, unhappy .. otherwise why turn to food to hide the pain you're feeling?
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