I'm struggling for inspiration at the moment. Thankfully, the depression, though still there, is in a manageable state, it's tiring me out more than anything. And I'm doing a lot of crafting. Crochet makes me feel settled.
So tonight, I pulled a Dev Card.
Write a two minute comedy skit. (About 200 words)
I'm about as funny as a car accident, but we'll give it a go.
I'll call this 'When My Mob Get In"
When my mob get in things are going to change?
And why are "my mob"?
Menopausal Gen X women, that's who!
Can you imagine what it would be like if Gen X women, now heading towards cronedom, with their frozen shoulders, leaking bladders, fluctuating moods and inbred sarcasm taking over the country.
How good would that be?
What would it be like to have a parliament full of women who would take absolutely no crap? Women who know how to fight, how to take down the worse of bludgers and for once in their lives, so something for themselves.
Can you see them commandeering the mens' bathrooms in Parliament House - and making them clean them after use. See how they like having too few facilities for so many people. Fuck the loo queues, women have been lining up for the bathrooms for centuries. It's time! Gough Whitlam was right.
Money could be channeled to schools and hospitals. To start balancing the books, medical research would only be done on women for the next 20 years. Women would start investigating sexual assaults. Punishments for these crimes would be shown on air - Castration Corner - after the 9 pm watershed time of course.
What would the place be like if functional, emotionally aware, forward-thinking women were in charge?
I see men running for the hills already.
(Sorry, it's not funny - but it could be)
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