I had three of everything to wash tonight – three plates, three bowls, three glasses – because Mum and Dad came over for dinner. If fish and chips can be called dinner. I don’t even eat fish.
It was a nice family dinner. We ate dinner on our laps because I don’t have a table and chairs, and watched the live broadcast of the developing political drama. What a mess, Australia. I can’t even articulate my feelings because I’m so repulsed that these people – and the people on the other team – are behaving like this and are in charge of this country. Pull yourselves together and do your fucking jobs.
What’s more concerning is the way Julia Gillard has been treated during her time as prime minister. To endure being told, among many, many other things, that her father died of shame, to be ridiculed somewhat bizarrely for her hobby of knitting, to have her weight and clothes discussed at length, to be asked if her long-term boyfriend is gay, presumably because he is a hairdresser. Unfathomable. Disgusting.
Ugh. I can’t get it all out. I hope the misogyny in Australian politics doesn’t scare young women away and instead, spurs them on to become leaders and fight for equality because this is bullshit.