Sunday, 25 February 2018

My Take on the News this Week

The other day I heard about some private texts being posted on Instagram, these texts being an exchange between a male and female, and they went along the lines of:

'...really need to fuck you'

'...that time of the month...'

Okay, it's not quite the heated passion of Heathcliff and Cathy in Wuthering Heights, nor is it quite the frustrated yearning and hunger of the titular lovers of Romeo and Juliet, but I'm guessing the texters are into each other.

Turns out the male in these not quite Hallmark-worthy ramblings was cheating on his girlfriend, and this spurned girlfriend posted screenshots or whatever on Instagram.  You'd be forgiven for thinking this is an episode in the very public (and seriously not that important) lives of the Kardashians, but it's actually - shock, horror! - parliamentarians.  The man is NSW Innovation Minister (what's that?) Matt Kean, and the woman is another Liberal MP, Eleni Petinos.  The spurned woman is Caitlin Keage, who is an advisor to the Prime Minister.  

I am appalled.  Not by the man cheating on his girlfriend; this stuff happens.  Men cheat.  Women cheat.  It's not my business and as I have said so, so often: if the rumpy-pumpy is between consenting adults, then go for it.  I actually don't care, and when it comes to Parliament, don't really want to think about it.  Unfortunately, we've been forced to think about it like some kind of dystopian therapy a la A Clockwork Orange what with the constant articles about Barnaby Joyce (who is stepping down as Deputy Prime Minister tomorrow).  No, what appals me is the public playing out of the disgruntlement.  You people are elected Members of Parliament, so how about you all grow up and bloody act it?  This is not high school.  

Premier Gladys Berejiklian has stated she is 'disappointed', but will not be sacking Matt Kean.  I should hope not, because (1) it's not your business, and (2) it is quite likely a form of unlawful discrimination to terminate an employee on the basis of LAWFUL sexual activity, and sexual activity between consenting adults is perfectly legal.  Anyway, Berras, never mind your ministers' personal lives; what about the fact there weren't enough copies of To Kill a Mockingbird at my son's school last year, when there was funding to pull down and rebuild sports stadiums?

There's a quote attributed to King George VII that goes something along the lines of: 'I don't care what Parliament do, as long as they don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.'  I love that quote, and I think it a most suitable metaphor for the lives of our civic leaders.  It's a quote I am prone to appropriate most often.

But reading about this stupid public posting of private text messages, one would be forgiven for thinking one was being subjected to an episode of Keeping up with the Pointless Publicity Whores Kardashians.  Speaking of which, I did something today I never thought I would.  I responded on Twitter to one of them.  I was looking at my Twitter feed 'moments', and there was one from Kim to the effect: Guess what the fam are doing today?  

So I responded: Curing cancer?

As it happens, they're not.  They were appearing on some special episode of the US version of Family Feud, and it was to be the Kardashian/Jenner crew pitted against the Wests (as in that tool Kanye).  Hands up if you're desolate at having missed THAT!  (Hint: I'm still typing with the fingers of both hands).  What a stimulating episode that would have been: abound with repartee and riposte, banter and badinage to rival the Alginquin Round Table.

Okay, now what is everyone seemingly pissed off at this week?  It's fashion label Gucci, who at a recent fashion show sent models down the runway in turbans.  This has annoyed some of the Sikh faith, and of course it's got the Social Justice Warriors huffing and panting like a cow about to give birth, but check this picture from the show: 


The whole ensemble just looks, well, inane.  The model has enough armoury on his wrist to fell a hippopotamus.  He's carrying a woman's handbag with an impractically lengthy strap.  He looks like he just ate a shit sandwich.  Who would go out looking like this?  Besides, whilst accepting this might annoy some Sikhs, what about women who are undergoing chemotherapy?  I've seen some women out and about wearing turban-fashioned scarves.  They're thinking about their own health and well-being, and self-esteem regarding their appearance, not how to offend others.

Well, that's me done for another few days.  By the way, if you want to see a good movie, go and see I, Tonya.  Saw it with a  friend today, and we really enjoyed it.  It takes an interesting approach to what is really very sad and ugly subject matter, and the performances of the two female leads as Tonya and her mother were just mesmerising.  

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