Tag: Feminism
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The Feminist Card
“You know me… I either bring the best out of people or the worst…” A mere musing to myself. But a few weeks later, the remark returned to me. Adversely. Not only that but he played the feminist card. On me… This person had hurriedly and thoughtlessly implemented a change that had adversely affected many…
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News Speak
Breaking news A developing situation Live cross to our Reporter on the ground. Victim rushed to hospital Fighting for her life Neighbours shocked and stunned She’s home now safe and well. Breaking news An unfolding tragedy Live cross to our Reporter on the ground. Ongoing spat raised voices Heartbroken lover Final fatal blow A makeshift…
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Not Enough Men
I’m not responsible, It wasn’t my fault, Don’t blame it on poor little me, All you feminazis, I’m not all men. Seriously? That’s your best reply, Happy are you to stand idly by, Nod at another death by stealth, While you shed tears: only for yourself. Let’s work through the list shall we, Let’s see…
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Horse and Carriage or Unfinished Symphony
I had to laugh (out loud on the train)! For My Dad, Kevin Whalan’s latest blog,opens with the same words as the following speech, written and delivered in 2001, while I was going through… “Love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage “ Well, you don’t see that any more do you?
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The Space Between Feminism and Neo-Masculinity
An Open Letter To Neo-Masculinists, MRAs, And General Dudebros Everywhere Hardly a call to feminism is it? With a title like “An Open Letter to Neo-Masculinists, MRAs, and General Dudebros Everywhere”, it just has to be click bait. Besides what the heck is a Dude-Bro? I checked the Urban Dictionary and its not me! But…
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Vulnerability is the Endless Way Back
Twitter is like someone sitting next to you while you write. And as soon as you look up, she winks at you. Then you go back to writing again. Until you stop and she winks at you again. Until you put down the pen or stylus and return the look. For you realise that she…
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Suffering Is a Superpower
Bleed out drop by drop, Breathe out gasp by gasp, Lose time tick for tock, And love beat by beat. Each day darkens upon dark, Each touch lessens its loss, I watched my heart disappear, Shrivelled and dried by fear. Push me away, slap my face, Shove me to the wall, that’s my place, Punch…
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Why Doesn’t He Just Leave? Men and Domestic Violence
At the moment, according to Destroy the Joint there is at least one woman a week being murdered by her partner. Domestic Violence is now more of a mainstream issue than ever. And there is plenty of advice in the air. Rosie Batty is campaigning against domestic violence as Australian of the Year. The…
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Why Doesn’t Gillian Triggs Leave? #IStandWithGillianTriggs
Last night’s ABC Q and A on domestic violence and the ongoing bullying of Gillian Triggs by the LNP would appear to have little to do with each other. But to me both events are more synchronous than coincidental. Last night Q and A exposed some of the private stories of domestic violence. Today the Senate…
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My Brisbane Storm
Much like the other day in Brisbane, and 2008 storms in South-Eastern Queensland happen fast. Perhaps faster now. This one from over a decade ago didn’t leave me much time. Thie storm began with a small white grey cloud. It seem to tumble and twist like flying cotton candy. I watched it for a while fascinated and distracted.…
Andrew James Whalan 