This is a story I told in October at Tell Me A Story, a monthly event run by the fabulous Kathryn Bendall at the Roxbury Hotel in Sydney.
Living with a teenager feels like I have paid someone to hang shit on me every day. It’s great for my self worth to have someone tease me at regular intervals.
In the fashion stakes I’m in the mode of upgrading from slurry single mummy to fashionista, lead by my teenage daughter. She wears loads of make up. I don’t. She has clothes all over her bedroom floor. I try not to. I also try hard not to have tantrums about my needs not being met.
My wardrobe is improving but I wear Crocs to work. Just to make my teenager squirm. So daggy, but so practical. I bought my teenage fashion victim, I mean queen, a pair of Croc boots. She won’t wear them. Lucky I bought them in my size. This song is for you darling
One of my favourite writers, Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde was born today. 20 years ago I visited his grave in Père Lachaise Cemetery, Paris. I wanted to somehow be close to the man who had given me so much joy. Dear Oscar, we love you so, you are gone but never forgotten.
“I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything”
The clothes, the harmonies, the facial hair, the cheesy lyrics, I loved this music as a child in the 70s and tragically I’m still loving it all.
I was so happy to be an Australian feminist today, our Prime Minister held the political misogynists up to the light and called them on their rampant sexism. Change is coming.
“If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there’d be peace.”