Last night, before putting my daughters to bed, I read my three-year old this fabulous book. It’s by Lucy Cousins who writes the Maisy series and the illustrations are bright and colourful and fun. Harper loved it. And so did I.
It’s about Dog, and his friends. And how dog puts himself up against his friends showing that he’s better than they are. And then they turn and show Dog, that in fact, there are some things that they can do better than him. We read it two times and then Daisy decided to read it to Harper again. They went to bed and I turned on the TV to watch the political drama unfold.
I don’t quite know what to make of any of it. Nor do I presume to think that you care what I think, but today, I am pissed off. I’m sad. I’m angry. It was like watching a Shakespearean tragedy unfold…with characters backstabbing and plotting, turning on each other…except it wasn’t a play, or TV show. It was real life. And our political reality. And what a disgrace it is. Bickering and fighting, challenging, blaming rather than you know, being in the business of thinking about what actual people out there might need or want. Creating visions and direction for our country, policies to back it. Getting on with it.
Watching Mr Rudd take to the stage again, in all his smugness and earnest year 9 debating hand gestures, his attempts at being “young” with words like “zip” and “rocking around” and “cooking with gas” and then having the GALL to say that it’s time to stop mucking around and get on with it (when HE WAS THE VERY REASON NO ONE WAS GETTING ON WITH ANYTHING) was enough to make my eyes roll around my head a few times over. I wrote on Facebook that it was akin to waking up after a moment of weakness after sleeping with an ex and then realising “oh shit, what HAVE I DONE?” I mean, really? REALLY?
I get that some may think she got what was coming for her given the way she kicked him out. I get that the gender card was or wasn’t used enough throughout her term. I get most of the things that people raise about ALL of it.
What I don’t get is the power that mainstream media can have in driving the direction of a large portion of our population…feeding us lines and stories that suit them and their own agendas. I don’t get that negativity that stops ANYONE from moving forward and doing good, for our country. I don’t get so much really, which is a shame for me. And for all of us.
I wish we actually had someone who was best. There’s not anyone that I can see. That was the best for us, right now. I see plenty of “dogs” out there, trying to out do each other, comparing what they can do better, rather than actually measuring up on things that were equal, or fair. Or just accepting each other for who we were, what we were good at, and getting along together.
Today I am remembering a strong and formidable woman who I had the honour of meeting in person for a few hours earlier this year, who talked openly about anything we asked her, who was smart and capable and actually got some stuff done for our country. While she might not have been best, who is, I salute her today for what she did do, and what she has shown so many women and girls out there what can be done. My girls knew a female Prime minister, and perhaps that, is what’s best of all.
How do you feel about it all today?
Or would you rather bleach your own arsehole before talking about this stuff AGAIN?