Saturday, July 11, 2020

Writing with Dev: Part 12

Lockdown: Day 3

Writing with Dev is better than writing than moaning about the fact I'm in quarantine. It is also half a step better than sitting on the couch making the cat chase a little dot of light around the flat, running him up the walls.

And I like the 'Smug Cunt' earrings.

And now we are writing about offence - and it looks like I can talk about the Today Show now. Yay.

Why I'm sacking the Today Show.

I'm a rule breaker and a risk taker. People often don't get that about me. I come across as meek and mild. I am a middle aged, Anglo-Saxon bred, overweight woman. I'm basically invisible.

And I'm a writer. I'm only just finding my voice in many ways - and this is okay. But I know that I have the power to make people feel something. I know I can do this. I like being able to do this - and I don't give myself kudos for this anywhere near as much as I should. Hell, I'm writing a novel about death at the moment. Oh what fun. And I know that I will offend some people - and this is okay.

I did a great course at Melbourne Uni a few years ago - Pornography, Blasphemy, Propoganda and Art. It was awesome. It really skirted some boundaries. I've found that I am pretty hard to offend - I've got a high tolerance for letting people say their piece, even if I don't like it very much. Robert Mapplethorpe - who we studied in this course - okay, riding crop up the arse, anal fisting - okay - not my cup of tea, but I can look away. That's fine.

What I am taking offence to at the moment is the fucking Today Show. It's on Channel Nine most mornings. Okay, I've been taking mild offence to the Today Show for year - it's lowest common denominator ratings jaunts, Karl Stefanovic, the right wingers they get on the show. One of the reasons I tend to watch it in the mornings is that it is my one constant slightly right wing viewpoint in the media that I consume. I can't read The Australian (propoganda), The Daily Mail (inane) or pretty much anthing with Murdoch's name to it.

But the Today Show, particularly of late, has been displaying this fake outrage which drives me loopy. They're there for the fight, not the exposition.

I witnessed the Pauline Hanson interview/diatribe, which got her sacked. For fuck's sake, you know what you're going to get with Hanson (troll that she is) What she was saying was offensive to many. Althought not personally offended, I was offended for so many people, in my adopted state, who are doing it tough through the current lockdown. She's not informed, she has no empathy, no compassion, and basically she should shut the fuck up.

Alison Langdon is a pitbull in training. Karl is only there for the money and she has something large on one of Nine's board. It's just a bad show.

I won't be turning on Sunrise. David Koch is a bigger idiot than Karl.

I do like  Brooke Boney, the entertainment reporter - good woman. Level headed and calm - with a different view point as an indigenous woman. She's the only reason I turn it on now.

Still, they are horrid people, most of them on The Today Show. I should watch the ABC in the morning. I might not get into as much of a huff in the morning.


The Jigsaw Puzzle

We liked to do a jigsaw, Peter, Felicity and Grandma and me. It was their thing. Every Christmas holiday they would go up to the shack in Mannum, on the Murray and Grandma would get out a new 1000 piece puzzle for them to do. They set it up on a big card table. Grandma would have another camp table nearby on which snacks and drinks would sit. Grandma would always have  a cup of tea with a teabag in it on the table. Grandpa used to berate her for leaving the teabag in the cup, said that it used to stain the mugs, but grandma would just laugh him off.

When we were smaller we liked to investigate the garden which lead on to the Murray. Felicity used to hunt out ladybugs, which were in abundance. Grandma used to say that if one landed on you it was good luck. That happened often. We were lucky.

The little house at Mannum was a place of quiet. There wasn't a telly back then. We had to make our own fun. Grandma would insist that we brought two books with us. Something she could read to us at the time. We would sit under the palm tree, which looked very out of place on the Murray and Grandma would read us the book in the afternoon, when Grandpa was having his sleep.

Such were our school holidays, when we were kids. Easy, simple fun.


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