And yes, the oddities and diversity and mixture of characters in her writing always felt welcoming. Even with the uneasiness of the plots.
The Changeover is still my favourite - bought the original edition last year (yay Abebooks). I also like Maddigan's Fantasia, book and show (and many others, of course).
On another note, libraries were lifesavers to me growing up, and she has been so thoroughly associated with them. I'll be thinking of her when I do my next book run.
I'm sorry, I usually find what you have to say reasonable, but are you really concern-trolling about Brownlee's weight with that remark about "risks"?
Two things: obesity is not an infallible predictor of heart disease or any other disease, and I assume you are not his doctor; there is also this tedious little law that it is illegal to discriminate against people due to their health status.
His size has nothing to do with his personality or ability to do his job, such as they are.
Are you pointing out the omission of the "Sir"? A column that talks about Kirwan in his professional context, not at an afternoon tea party with the Queen, should be all "Sir John" this and that?
(By the way, you don't give someone's full name with the "Sir" preceding. It'd be Sir John Kirwan KZNM if you wanted to give his full title. His wife is "Lady Kirwan".)
I know it's trendy to pile on about school uniforms, but they have a function that was valuable to me growing up, in a poor family that lived in rich, poor and middling areas. They don't confer magic powers of discipline and pride in kids, but they're a democratising outfit.
You lose many of the shitty status cues embodied in mufti clothing, and it's also one outfit that had to be kept in reasonable wear, and had nothing to do with fashion. Even at the decile 1 school I attended (before deciles existed), I dreaded mufti day, because I had nothing modern, or first-hand, or the slightest bit cool to wear. It was obviously much worse in places like Epsom.
Of course, in these days of ridiculously over-priced uniforms, I think that egalitarian aim is undermined, but still.
As for single-sex schools, I can also vouch for the fact it's a very different kettle of fish for girls, often. I went to 9 schools; there is no comparison between 8 of them and the one state girls' school I went to. I'm sure the school itself was important - maybe a Selwyn would have been just as liberating - but I've heard the same from others who had the same experience (and I think studies reflect that girls tend to do better overall).
An interesting conundrum that one. Part of the objectives of education is to do a bit of societal indoctrination - how soon do girls need to accustomise themselves to subtle and not-so sexism from their peers and "superiors" (beyond possible family influences)?
possibly with many people not being able to afford food, shelter or education they're keen to get those sorted before addressing the horror of seeing a loading icon in Youtube.
I couldn't agree more.We have way more problems in terms of getting adequately fed, sheltered, and healthy kids into school than, frankly, what I still consider to be middle-class welfare. (I'm middle class myself, and yes, I find NZ's internet offerings to be embarrassing, but still)
The dangerous part is where more and more education and access to various services - try finding jobs these days without using the internet - assume that you do have both equipment and access and knowledge. There's a mighty gap developing.
And that's a fabulous post. Hopefully it'll be a lightbulb moment to a few people, including both vanilla folks and would-be kinky people like That Guy.
I like your thinking.
I just can't abide that woman and her ilk (mining arseholes who everything in the world is there for their exploitation.
Just a slight grammar note, since it's come up twice now:
It's toeing the line. From the days of bareknuckle fighting, where you had to keep your foot on the line drawn in the sand while attempting to beat the crap out of someone.
They certainly charge like wounded bulls in their restaurants now (for the quality and range of food), although I did like the $2 all you can eat jobbies at uni 20 years ago.
However, they really aren't so calm if you tell them "no", you are not going to give them a donation for those books they try to push off on you. And what makes it worse is the trend they have for going in mufti to do their proselytising (not the Friday evening danceabout). I still don't think much of the Sallies, but at least they're honest.
And, oh yeah, yet another gay-hating religion. Meh.
In terms of women's magazines, Marie Claire is one I can stomach, because they write good meaty articles. Of course, you have to page past 200-odd pages of glossy ads, but some people like pretty dress pics in amongst the meaty reading.
As for Bindel, I wish the Guardian would piss her off. It's tedious when you click on a potentially-interesting headline without noticing the byline, and then having to hit the back-button.