Posts by Joanna
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I really am looking forward to a table full of Hutch Man Jam at the next 2.0!
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I think Neil feels he was stitched up by Labour over the proposed Youth Radio Network
What about when he (perhaps allegedly) went to Parliament to talk to Bolger who was PM at the time about it, and was greeted with a "And you are?" Wouldn't that be more annoying, on a personal basis?
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Damn you for putting Fall Out Boy in my head. Now in retaliation, I really would like to know who let the dogs out? And maaaaaaan, I really do feel like a woman, so if you don't tell my heart, my achey breaky heart, why does love do this to me, or show us your crack, I'll ummm fail to think of any more irritating earworm songs to quote here, but I certainly hope you've learnt your lesson.
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Oh man, in my day, I was lucky if even the people I'd invited showed up. How I longed for an out-of-control party!
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This was a while ago, but in response to:
d then showed a little kid presenter saying 'blah blah blah'.
The Smailly Scmoo! That Dimitri Martin piece about Youtube that played on March 22 was my most favouritest corrospondents' piece on the Daily Show for a very long time, short of anything with Jason Jones, and of course when they go to their "Senior Black Corropsondent" for an opinion...
I have many thoughts on NZ music as well, but mostly keep them to NZmusic.com.
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Isn't 'What a friend we have in Jesus' the song that's sung at the start of Heavenly Creatures?
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Che, I feel your cat scratch pain. I have so many cuts on my arms from arm wrestling with Sebastian that I'm sure people must think I'm one of those new-fangled Emos when they meet me. I suppose the chipped black nail polish today doesn't help much with denying it...
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What do others think - why do you comment here but not on other political blogs in NZ? Why don't you start your own?
I gave up reading right-wing blogs because they made my blood boil and I decided that I didn't need to stress myself out like that. And when I comment on Public Address it doesn't tend to be much of a response to the really political things anyway, because outside of wanting people to be good humans, I don't tend to care about the details or nitty gritty beyond a couple of things that will really get me going (smacking, civil unions, prostitution reform, etc). And so I'd rather write about about things I know about than very broad political ideas. Hence why I journal rather than blog...
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OMG, forget the movie - although I love it dearly, I want to see <I>Topless Women</I> the series, with the ERRECT PENIS clearly visible through boxer shorts, and the games of Monopoly played for piles of weed in the middle of the board. And then ten minutes later, I want to watch <I>The Critic</I> on TVONE. Stupid parents trying to make me go to bed...
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I have to say, on Public Address I don't tend to think of myself much by the labels that I have attached. I mean, I feel like the world has moved on a little since I was 13 in 1993, signing on to a bulletin board system for the first time since both my best friend and the boy that I fancied were doing it, and discovering that even though I signed in as 'Beelzeebub', as soon as others on the BBS found out I was a girl they started talking about my vagina. At least I would like to hope that things have moved on since then. I will still find that there are arguments that largely go against me - as someone who was hit a lot as a kid who firmly believes that smacking kids is very very wrong, or as a fat person who is obviously a total drain on the health system, or as ummm a mental health consumer who's contemplated going on the sickness benefit which is very very anti what many people believe in, but at least on this site I haven't found that being a girl is that much of a handicap. But you could be right, it could be that I expect to be let down by society, and that's why I'm never surprised at what people say. But maybe I have thte defense of being upper-middle class, and white, and oh lordy, the guilt that comes to that (I can't count the number of times that I've said in counselling "but I'm not starving in a gutter, I should be doing better than this..."). I suppose what I am trying to say, and I know I have been taking a bloody long time to say it is that I am unwilling to accept that as a girl I might have a different and more negative experience in relation to something than a boy might have, but that is all about burying my head in the sand rather than actually dealing with something. I know that there is still a problem when I tell my friend about how angry it made me when a taxi-driver grabbed my leg and stroked me up, and my friend is all "but were you flirting with him?" and oh god, fuck, it's just hard. And I am rambling. But these things are hard to focus on. I am torn between wanting to be as tough as fuck and wanting to acknowledge that women have different experiences than men do, and I don't know what to do about that.