When I was a nipper, my mum was in the Values Party with Jordan's dad Jamie. Jordan was just older enough than me to be the perfect object of a little-girl crush which was only briefly swayed by Andrew Fagan's dress sense. The Dance Exponents were the soundtrack of my 80s bogan teen years, and every time I see a rugby crowd full of people who weren't born yet belting out 'Why Does Love Do This To Me' or stand in a cricket crowd doing same, my heart fills with sixteen-year-old joy.
Take that, Tom.
Seeing Jacqui Browne trying to beat him off with a stick on C4, I did manage to resist the urge to use him as a 'see, this is what happens' object lesson for my kids.
Madamoiselle Hot French Newsreader that Russell linked to is wearing sleeveless tops in a few photos, which you never see newsreaders wear on New Zealand telly.
Yeah, that's TV3 Weathergirl Territory. But that teal embroidered top with the flowers and the plunging cleavage, t hat's pretty, I want that.
I don't understand, on this one, what either of you are saying. (He says, taking care not to split the infinitive).
Actually, that should be 'what either of you is saying'. Either and neither are singular.
My 5 year old's class have a class wiki that they can all update from home.
That is such a great idea. And then I get all down again because it wouldn't work at my kids' decile three school, where about 80% of the kids have no home internet. It breaks my heart when my daughter's friends come round and go, WOW you've got a computer. Well, yeah, *cough* we have four. And y'know, we could donate them our drek, but we can't pay for their internet.
Reality checks suck.
Well, I'm 35 and I know who Keith Holyoake was. But then, my ten year old knows who David Lange was.
Anyway, talking abour scary bigots a go-go, Russell, glad to see therespectable face of brown-neck immigrant-bashing is dead.
Cheers, Craig. Disrespectful as it is, that's totally brightened my day.
Emma you have demonstrated first class reasoning there, thank you, very clear, intent is crucial to understanding.
Cheers, merc. Though in this case it does feel a bit like fishing with dynamite.
For a couple of years, the most offensive thing you could call anyone at my kids' school was an egg. 'Egg' was the worst possible insult. Best recall all those cookery books.
Niggardly is used by smart ass racists ( so says the Urban dictionary) and I can't compromise on this position.
It's also used by people who would be gobsmacked to be told it has racist connotations, and are using it for its actual meaning. To call them racist is offensive.
What might be called common sense, or an understanding of socio-political reality of our world would surely have people realise this word is offensive, even when it is used as intended and without malice.
So, intent is irrelevant and all that matters is the impact on the hearer? In which case, surely you need to apologise to the people you offended by calling them racist, because your intent is irrelevant, and all that matters is that you offended them.
I can't believe they put Felicity on there
Must be a typo, it's right where they should have written 'Firefly'.
the third or fourth item in this evening's news was some crap about whether Paris Hilton might like an NZer for a boyfriend.
That's not news. Dick in a box wins Emmy, that's news.