Sigh.
I'm just wondering when tits and ass became like - totally mainstream. I'm sure many of the participants in these covers were told it would be a good career move to flash and pose, and perhaps even some of them sing songs about how in control they are and their various permutations of empowerment.
But really - their bodies are for sale; just the cost of the magazine. And let's be honest - it's for the blokes.
http://gofugyourself.com/fug-the-cover-rihanna-03-2011
I am embracing my inner nanna, and wrapping my cardigan tightly around my shoulders as I scorn these covers. They are in really really bad taste and they are not empowering at all. Let's at least be honest.
There was a possibly a point in time where it could have been argued that women were calling the shots about how their bodies were used and when (and maybe even having some influence over the context) - but I think that time has moved on. Now people don't bat a false eyelash - these images are commonplace and the perception of the female body is at a low low point.
Where to from here? A regression to wild conservative times? When things can't get any more open or 'free', how do humans keep pushing forward into new realms? (And no - Lady GaGa has broken any new ground, she has just used slightly more odd accessories to offset her naked ass).
For my mind at the moment, I'm just wondering how to explain to a young girl that what seems normal is in fact absurd. Not easy!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
The girl II.
Tonight the kid ate tomato sauce for dinner. Honestly - we are on a downward spiral.
To clarify, I did actually make her hand cut potato and pumpkin wedges with roast chicken. To spice it up, and appeal to her more adventurous side - I served it with a pond of tomato sauce in the middle. And thus, the pond she chose.
And yes - it all ended with a Kraft Single. What else could I do?
Some more family snaps of late....
To clarify, I did actually make her hand cut potato and pumpkin wedges with roast chicken. To spice it up, and appeal to her more adventurous side - I served it with a pond of tomato sauce in the middle. And thus, the pond she chose.
And yes - it all ended with a Kraft Single. What else could I do?
Some more family snaps of late....
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Something only a mother could love.
The kid's first photographic shoot .... the angles are incredible and there are clearly some underpinning themes emerging from the subject matter.
ie. Mummy and kid on couch with nothing else to do.
ie. Mummy and kid on couch with nothing else to do.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
My Gran.
Yesterday my grandmother died. She was surrounded by her 7 children, who had been there with her around the clock for days. At last she is free of pain and reunited with her Bill, my grandfather.
Although we all know and accept this is what happens with age (at times - a real bitch, as I have now seen), I am still deeply saddened to know that my wonderful grandparents are now gone. They are so entrenched in my life that it is a strange feeling to have now been set free of this arrangement. And even now, in my 30s with a family of my own, I still consider them my grandparents. By this I mean, I still long for that relationship with them that is not the same as the one you have with your parents. I will miss telling them things, I will miss hearing the stories about people I do not know and I will miss the very wonderful and distinctive sounds of their laughs.
I feel warmed to know they are now together again and I feel a better person for having them so close to me, as family, for my life until now.
Next week we will mourn together as we bury my gran with my pa at Waverly. And together they will rest, surrounded by sea air and the sound of Sydney crashing below them on the rocks.
So the cycle of life has rotated. I know this, because now I can see the next generation, a 17 month old girl who is running around, impersonating her parents, barking orders and generally being awesome, and she is ours. She is our little girl and I am already so so thrilled for her that she has three dynamic, adoring and wonderfully generous and interesting grandparents that she can make her own history with.
This makes me smile.
Now go and hug your Nanna or make her a cup of tea or send her some homemade craft (forever the most genuinely thrilled recipient) or listen to your Gramps explain why 'young Tony Abbott' is doing a good job or learn something else about 'the old days'.
It's a gift (to you not them).
Although we all know and accept this is what happens with age (at times - a real bitch, as I have now seen), I am still deeply saddened to know that my wonderful grandparents are now gone. They are so entrenched in my life that it is a strange feeling to have now been set free of this arrangement. And even now, in my 30s with a family of my own, I still consider them my grandparents. By this I mean, I still long for that relationship with them that is not the same as the one you have with your parents. I will miss telling them things, I will miss hearing the stories about people I do not know and I will miss the very wonderful and distinctive sounds of their laughs.
I feel warmed to know they are now together again and I feel a better person for having them so close to me, as family, for my life until now.
Next week we will mourn together as we bury my gran with my pa at Waverly. And together they will rest, surrounded by sea air and the sound of Sydney crashing below them on the rocks.
So the cycle of life has rotated. I know this, because now I can see the next generation, a 17 month old girl who is running around, impersonating her parents, barking orders and generally being awesome, and she is ours. She is our little girl and I am already so so thrilled for her that she has three dynamic, adoring and wonderfully generous and interesting grandparents that she can make her own history with.
This makes me smile.
Now go and hug your Nanna or make her a cup of tea or send her some homemade craft (forever the most genuinely thrilled recipient) or listen to your Gramps explain why 'young Tony Abbott' is doing a good job or learn something else about 'the old days'.
It's a gift (to you not them).
Ken Done is actually a dude.
Check out this blog .... this very cool lady is wearing a Ken Done piece every day for 365 days to raise money for a very very cool little Melbourne-based organisation.
Oh how I love inspirational social initiatives that are a little bit tongue in cheek, a little bit fashion and very fun!
http://www.goodfashionforgood.com/
I heard Ken Done interviewed this morning in relation to this initiative, and even he had a chuckle at the photos some families have in their histories that may or may not have 3 generations standing in a row wearing a Ken Done jumper.
The guy has moved on ... but his art lives!
Big cheers to 1985 and all the associated wonders.
Oh how I love inspirational social initiatives that are a little bit tongue in cheek, a little bit fashion and very fun!
http://www.goodfashionforgood.com/
I heard Ken Done interviewed this morning in relation to this initiative, and even he had a chuckle at the photos some families have in their histories that may or may not have 3 generations standing in a row wearing a Ken Done jumper.
The guy has moved on ... but his art lives!
Big cheers to 1985 and all the associated wonders.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
For the love of art!
After a few jobs, a couple of overseas jaunts, at least 15 different addresses and one baby - I am hitting the books again. As such - not so much time to ramble about supermarkets and the like (hooray!).
Check this out .... seriously inspiring.
http://www.tedprize.org/jr-one-artist-one-wish-to-change-the-world-will-you-join-him/
I love this person .... for embracing humanity and art and making something beautiful.
Check this out .... seriously inspiring.
http://www.tedprize.org/jr-one-artist-one-wish-to-change-the-world-will-you-join-him/
I love this person .... for embracing humanity and art and making something beautiful.
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