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‘Money Day’ – Why It Triggers Me
It's 'Money Day' in one of my Facebook business groups Don't get me wrong, it's one of my two favourite groups that I regularly contribute to. Unlike some women's business groups, it's a non-toxic environment, and I feel I've grown a little from sharing other women's...
Collective Nouns: A Prioress, A Book, and A Legacy of Appreciation
The Surprising Authorship of The Book of St Albans There's one word-nerd trait all of us seem to have. We're all enchanted by collective nouns. And who wouldn't be? A charm of finches; a murder of crows; a parliament of owls; the spare words conjure up images of...
Female Imposters -Why Women Really Settle for Less
Female Imposter Syndrome and Its Limiting Effects Ever feel like an imposter in your work role? Despite your evident success or inimitable skills, are you shy about charging your worth, going for a promotion, or even asking for annual leave? Female Imposter Syndrome...
Privilege and the Other: Why We Need More Women in Parliament
How can we be surprised by a cohort of white male politicians making decisions which benefit other privileged white males? “Women have very little idea how much men hate them,” said Germaine Greer in her 1970 epoch-making novel The Female Eunuch. What tosh, thought I,...
Motherhood Is Not Unemployment
Why We Need To Change Outdated Perceptions of Motherhood and Feminine Nurturing - Now The words raise my ire straight away as I start making a claim for the new child care subsidy: 'Activity test'. Implying my current occupation is in-active. That I'm somehow cooling...
Blame It On the Love
This Is A Love Story
I’m not sure I believe in love at first sight. I do believe in a love so natural that when you find it, you wonder where it’s been. It’s still exciting and fun. It still makes your stomach lurch, makes you dance drunkenly and sing loudly into a hairbrush microphone, feeling drunk despite being perfectly sober. Sometimes it “feels so good it oughta be illegal”.
It makes you stand in the rain and hail, ankle-deep in mud for hours on end. I’ll come back to that part shortly.
Sometimes you just sit quietly with love, letting tears fall, remembering a time before. Love is deep and nurturing. It’s ok with you asking why. Love like that doesn’t always feel new: it just feels right.
Body Image: I'm Weighing In
Standing in the unforgiving light on rickety hospital scales, I was weighed before surgery. The nurse filled in the numbers, measured my height, calculated my BMI and read them all out to me with routine efficiency. Inside, I shuddered at hearing the numbers with...
My Life In Kasey Chambers Songs
After I saw the ARIA performance of of Not Pretty Enough/I Ain’t No Little Girl, and her induction to ARIA Hall of Fame, I feel immensely proud. Here’s why.
That Time I Got Fired By A PITA
...And The 4 Reasons It Made Me A Better Copywriter and Businesswoman I looked at the unopened email as if it might contain an electronic-born strain of some vile, poisonous virus. Possibly dark magic. And in a way, it did. My stomach churned. It was from her. I...
Read me in Eureka Street: The Girls Are Exaggerating
How Australia’s ‘good bloke’ narrative silences women across generations.
I spent the first six or seven years of my life spellbound by my mum’s stories of her childhood in Far North Queensland. Herstory came from warm, outback and subtropical places. She and her sisters wrote on slates at school, played in custard apple trees, kept their own bees…
The girls are exaggerating, Peter said on the last day he beat his wife.