It now seems quite weird and old fashioned that Australia is the only anglophonic country to not have same-sex marriage.
The Hobart Mercury's Christopher Downes nails the weirdness.
Unless I'm sorely mistaken we've met, around 18 months ago, at the Upper Riccarton Library. It's not every time there's a queue for the book checkout that someone exceptional heads over and starts happily chatting. Memorable.
I dunno, it's just weird to go on about this one predictably rare hypothetical. Maybe by the time we get our dream abortion law the procedure can be outsourced to a robot or something!
Or things may have evolved to the point where beard-strokers and kiwi_guy-style fulminators can volunteer to carry hypothetical terminations to term in their own bio-enhanced bodies, with the transfer at minimal inconvenience to the mother.
I blame Saint Big Norm Mighty Totara for being such a shameless knuckle-dragger on social issues. If he'd seized the moment to take a similar initiative to Gough Whitlam I very much doubt that Muldoon would have reversed it. While Whitlam's powers didn't extend to the States, even Queensland had come on board with the Federal initiative by the end of the century. It's to our national shame that we're still having this wretched hypothetical "debate".
...light and shade.
That beloved cliche of TV talent show judges of yesteryear. Then again, it may well be a phrase that Gavin Ellis honed to a fine edge in his time as editor-in-chief at the Herald.
And she wants to be prime minister?
slumber-jacking & loggerheads…
I see The Press has even weighed in on the matter –
Has the Press's curtain-twitcher-in-chief seen the light and abandoned his recent streak of attempting to outdo Paul Henry at his own game? Whatever, there's still the trademark racist twist in the piece's final sentence.
There are cultures where children are not named until two years after birth because many of those babies will die - some of them because they were not fed because the family simply couldn't afford to feed another mouth. For most cultures that is a really extreme case - yet given the circumstances understandable.
Something I noticed from family histories was apparent siblings with the same name. I assumed there'd been some kind of error of transcription until I noticed that subsequent Johns, Charlottes, etc were replacements for those who'd failed to survive. It's a practice that seems to have carried on in NZ right up until around WW1.
And mebbe read Roger Ruth and Me. Quick read, only $4 for the kindle version...
Ah thanks, that was easy. What with Rich of Observationz's David Graeber recommendation that's two trips to Amazon just from this thread.
She is not ignorant, nor lacking in empathy, and certainly shows no signs of any sense of entitlement. I don’t think she would ever judge a woman for having an abortion...
She sounds rather like a now-departed relative of mine. It was the realisation that people like her wouldn't be around forever that drove me to research my family history a few years ago.
One day when I mentioned that an aunt of hers appeared to have died suddenly in her mid-20s in 1926 she surprised me with the revelation "Oh but she died as a result of an illegal abortion". It wasn't what I'd have expected from someone who I'd assumed would have been squeamish about so much as mentioning the A-word. Once she'd volunteered the story of how she'd discovered the truth I felt I understood something of the pragmatism behind her beliefs.
While she'd been an infant at the time of her parents' sudden trip to Dunedin, she wondered why she and her siblings were given souvenir presents of the Dunedin Exhibition when what had taken place was plainly a tragedy. As an adult years later her mother revealed the truth to her, adding that the presents were because "We didn't want you to worry too much".
So would there have been presents if her aunt had died in more socially acceptable circumstances? "People try too hard to cover these things up", she told me. "If it had just been about feeling sorry for Aunty at the time, I'd never have thought about it enough to badger Mum all those years later".
Flaxmere is being slowly bulldozed to make way for vineyards and erased from the lexicon.
There's still Splash Planet.