Anyway, Anthony Mundine is now leaving the jungle after a brief sojourn into this show. I'm not sure why he's in such a hurry to leave. Maybe his knuckles were sore and scraped from being dragged on the ground (I'd have thought the Channel 10 budget could have stretched to some Savlon for the First Aid kit). Being a jungle setting, surely he would be quite happy to climb the tree and fling his faeces around at people, given the archaic and frankly offensive rot he was spouting. Speaking of faeces, does his arse get jealous of the shit coming out his mouth?
Set out hereunder are his views on women wearing short skirts:
'You want to protect your women....You don't want other men having prerogative thoughts about your girl or your daughter...She can wear a dress...not a short skirt, not above the knees....' What the actual crikey fuck? But wait, like those aggravating steak knives ads, THERE'S MORE - you see, not wearing short skirts is - are you reading for this? Sitting Down? Done a wee? - not wearing short skirts is '...for their own good.'
First of all, I'm not sure what he's getting at with his use of the word 'prerogative'. A prerogative is a right or privilege, or can be used in common law terms when referring to the prerogative power of the monarch to appoint a prime minister. So in base terms Mundine will understand: Mate, what you are fucking on about? Did you perhaps mean 'predatory'. Get a dictionary, and get someone to read the definition to you.
If I was a man, I would be immensely offended by this twaddle. But as a woman, I am majorly pissed off that some blabbermouth pugilist seems to have arbitrarily appointed himself Guardian of the Women's Wardrobe, and by association Keeper of the Virtue. I'm of legal majority, pay taxes, and don't break laws, and will wear what I fucking well want (keeping within the actual legislation and dress regulations applicable to whatever function I am attending), and not what Mundine the Mouth thinks). Why don't you wear a bloody gag over your mouth, Mundine; and stop worrying about what law-abiding, free-thinking citizens wear? If you have any untoward thoughts when a woman wears a short skirt, then YOU'RE the one with the problem and should think about it.
I propose we women take an online protest, as much as online protests usually give me the Sighs & Accompanying Eyerolls. This proposed protest involves posting photos of ourselves in short skirts with the epithet: 'Fuck Off, Mundine!' Here's an example:
Yes, I KNOW this was photo is old, but it's the only one I have of myself in a short skirt, really.
And yes, I cannot let a blogging opportunity slip by without referring to the scandal involving our Deputy Prime Minister, Barnaby Joyce, whom I have seen referred to as Barnaby the Bonking Beetroot. I guess this moniker is a derisive paean to his complexion which is reminiscent of a baked beetroot, and his proclivities which have led to the impregnation of one of his staffers. But you know what? I actually do not really care that he has impregnated one of his staffers. I am gobsmacked that his staffer wanted to do him, but that's her choice. I do not care about the sex lives of consenting adults.
But what I DO care about is the hypocrisy. Barnaby Joyce is a man who opposed same sex marriage on the grounds it did not fit in with his view of a good traditional marriage. He was worried about his daughters' marriage prospects. Check out this quote:
"We know that the best protection for those girls is that they get themselves into a secure relationship with a loving husband, and I want that to happen for them. I don't want any legislator to take that right away from me."
Barnaby, are you seriously concerned the best prospects for your daughters are to find a husband? Are you channelling a Jane Austen novel? I fail to see how a same sex marriage between two other people is going to affect any hypothetical marriage into which your daughters enter.
Also, and this just has me simultaneously scratching my head and grinding my teeth, in 2006 you opposed Gardasil - a potentially life-saving vaccine against cervical cancer - on the grounds that it would 'give girls a licence to be promiscuous'. Again, you appear to have stepped into Dr Brown's De Lorean and gone back to the Sixties, or something. This was a similar fatuous argument trotted out when the contraceptive pill was introduced.
Barns, I'm not a pharmacologist, so I don't know if the vaccine has an ingredient that alters the girls' hormones to the point where they turn into raving nymphomaniacs. I'm guessing not. But whether or not a vaccine can make a girl become promiscuous is seriously nothing for YOU to worry about. Other people's sex lives are none of your business, and I'm sure you're finding out how it feels to have your own sex live dissected by a bunch of talking heads and strangers right now.
If the bedroom antics of other people are an affront to your Catholic faith, then maybe YOU'RE the one with the problem. I've been raised Catholic, too, and from memory there's something in the good ol' Decalogue about not committing adultery; I think it's no. 7 on the list. See where I'm going with this?
So yes, Reader, whilst I think Barnaby's sex life is really his own business; it irritates me to the nth power that he takes the high moral ground about the lives of others, all the while acting like quite the roister-doister himself. 'Roister-doister' is a new word I learned recently, and it is with great glee I have found an opportunity to use it in a blog post.
Until I next post in a few days, fare thee well.
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