Reasons People Suck

Reason people suck #134: that a woman in politics will be criticised for her wardrobe and lack of children. I've been reading about Deb Frecklington (leader of Queensland LNP) saying in an interview, with a publication I understand to be a Murdoch rag, that her children etc keep her grounded, and sniping about the Queensland Premier's choice of designer wardrobe. You know what? I am so fucking tired of people criticising the attire of female politicians. Provided the pollie is dressed appropriately, then what does it matter if her wardrobe comes from Target or Millers, or from Sass & Bide? Another thing: Premier Annastasia Palaszczuk has suffered miscarriage, failed attempts at IVF, and has endometriosis. If you're reading this, Freckles, please be advised you're a spiteful, catty skank who's behaving like an alpha girl in high school. Pick another hill to die on, like, I don't know, perhaps your opponent's POLICIES? This is one of the reasons I'm not keen to go into politics. For the record, I buy my clothes from Target, Big W, Best & Less, Just Jeans, Rockman's, and op shops. I also have two children. However, my novels contain sex and drug use, and in one there is a reference to Gary Glitter music, so everyone will have a field day with this.

Reason people suck #135: my Twitter feed is all about an argument between a woman and a service station attendant. The woman (OP) didn't like the service station's policy that the toilet will not be made available to anybody who has not made a purchase. I think this is a reasonable policy. However, the person requiring the toilet was not the OP, but her toddler, who was bursting to go. This is a TODDLER, people. Anybody who has had children (like good old Freckles referred to in the above paragraph) will know they have trouble holding on. Also, no matter what the age, using the toilet is a matter of dignity. Sometimes this must be taken into consideration, like when you're dealing with a toddler or a heavily pregnant woman. The OP actually did make a purchase, and her child got to use the dunny. In the meantime, everyone's lost their shit over it (hopefully they've made a purchase if they're at a service station). The whole bloody thing's got bigger than Ben Hur. Why does this need to happen? For weighing in with my opinion that whilst da rulez is da rulez, common sense should be exercised as well, I have been called a 'hippo' and told I look like a '65-year-old granny'. Um, okay. For the record, this is my Twitter profile pic, and I think I look like neither of these things in the picture:

I'm not actually offended by the words, just puzzled, and a bit amused. In any event, for this particular tweep to affectively insult me, I would first have to value his opinion.

But you know something? It really bamboozles me as to why something like this takes on the gargantuan proportions it does. I don't even see why a skirmish between a flustered mother and a service station attendant over store policy  had to be put on social media in the first place, but it was, and everybody went totally bugshit. It is a shame Tom Wolfe has passed away, because this makes The Bonfire of the Vanities look like The Little Engine that Could.

But sometimes people don't necessary suck. My oldest son has received confirmation of his acceptance into university to study a Bachelor of Education. This is a source of both relief and great pride for me.

Today I made a discovery. If anything is missing, it will probably be located under my youngest son's bed. Today I found a charger, a missing pair of shorts, and a Tupperware container. Next week, it will be the lost City of Atlantis.