My bathroom is a work-in-progress, and the fumes from the freshly painted ceiling are making my sinuses hurt. My kids trying to one-up each other is making my head and arse hurt in keen co-operation. One is toying with some film clip on his iPad, and the other has reported he is listening to swear words in the clip. Grrrrrrr.
All the attendant bullshit with Eddie McGuire's recent gaffe is also doing my head in. He did the ice challenge, and good luck to him. He suggested some female journalist - Caroline Wilson - do the same and said he would throw in a substantial amount of money (although it's likely spare change down the back of the couch for him) if she stayed submerged. Naturally, this has got everybody calling for his resignation. It's got me rolling my eyes. You know something? I don't fucking CARE what Eddie said. From what I can gather, and bear in mind I am not somebody who spends my waking hours following AFL, there is no love lost between McGuire and Wilson. Eddie made a silly and tasteless comment about a journalist for whom he has scant affection. However, because this journalist is in possession of a uterus, people are screaming about the sexism and misogyny, and some are calling for Eddie's immediate removal from his position in the AFL. If someone doesn't like a journalist of the female persuasion, it's quite likely because they find the person irritating, not because they are a manifestation of the XY-chromosome combo, okay?
Some of the biggest cow flop I read today likened his comments to an incitement to domestic violence. If someone's going to attack their partner based on the inane burblings of Eddie McGuire, then that someone is a monstrous fuckhead who would probably have attacked their partner anyway. What really pisses me off with this assertion is that domestic violence is a bloody serious issue, and to put some lame-arse comment made by Eddie McGuire in the same basket really cheapens the experiences of genuine victims.
If someone doesn't like me, or my writing, it's because they find me ANNOYING, or because I've actually offended them in some way. The fact that I am female is of no consequence.
I don't know if Eddie has apologised. I did read he wasn't going to. That's good. Unless he's genuinely sorry then don't apologise. A coerced apology is hollow and more insulting than the perceived crime for which one is apologising.
I don't know, I just have this image of me going to a shopping centre Santa Claus at the end of this year (not the local one; their 'Santa' scares the children), and plonking myself on his lap. The poor hapless man will wheeze, 'Hello, little - uh, BIG girl. What would you like for Christmas?' I will look at him with innocence and non-guile, and lisp, 'Santa, I just want a world where people actually learn the meaning of 'misogyny' and stop misapplying it in everyday whingeing, and I just want people to stop acting so butt-hurt all the time.' Santa will snap, 'What do you think I am, kid, a MIRACLE WORKER?', before shoving me from his lap in disgust, and I will land on the floor in a heap.
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