some shit that has pissed me off lately: (because I am feeling particularly under the influence of hormones today – the angry, bitchy, everyone is stupid kind of hormones.)
1. Kristian telling me yesterday afternoon that his teacher said he should get a reading log book (this is a specific printed publication, not just a generic notebook to use for that purpose). I don’t know exactly who writes the booklists but surely the teachers are asked for input. If they want them to have a thing, THE THEY SHOULD WRITE IT ON THE BOOKLIST. You know, the booklist that I have spent the last 10 or so weeks ensuring is complete.
2. My washing machine is broken. And luckily it is still a few months inside the extended warranty we got. Last week I rang up, initially on Wednesday, to see about getting it fixed. Except that for who knows what reason somehow there is a difference invoice number to the invoice that I have and that must be the one that the shop forwarded to the warranty place so without that they could not find my washing machine in the system and therefore could not start arranging to fix it. So the lady there told me I had to ring the place where we bought the machine and ask for the other invoice number. But I needed a break after having done the one phone call so I got Daniel to ring the shop up when he got home but they were already closed. So then I had to do it the next day. And they gave me the number but even then the warranty place had some completely different info coming up for that and I was getting annoyed but the guy said that if he could still start the fixing process if I stated that I was definitely the owner of the machine while it was being recorded. So I did that and he said that the washing machine fixing company would call me within 24 hours to arrange when to come check it out. This was Thursday. Late Friday afternoon when I realised they hadn’t called I thought I better ring up before 5pm otherwise I would have to wait until Tuesday since it was a long weekend. Except .. turns out the fixing people are an 8-4 kind of office rather than a 9-5 so it was too late anyway. When I finally actually could talk to them yesterday, they claimed to have already texted me on the 22nd asking me to call them (which is not them calling me within 24 hours!) and the person told me they were very busy at the moment and no one could come til Monday. Fucking Monday. Do you know how FRICKING annoying it is to have to take washing to someone else’s house every time?
3. Leggings lady. She decided, after a conversation with her friends, to stop wearing leggings.
The conversation was about leggings and how when women wear them it creates a stronger attraction for a man to look at a woman’s body and may cause them to think lustful thoughts.
Fuck me, lustful thoughts. How scandalous. Three main problems I see with this. 1. Other people’s thoughts which are inside their own heads are not your responsibility. How they choose to act on those thoughts is not your responsibility either. Isn’t this the basis of that whole rape culture thing that is everywhere is the news right now? Not wearing something because it might make some dude feel a little bit horny is just reinforcing the message that it’s a woman’s responsibility to not be attractive rather than a guy’s responsibility to not be a douchewad. 2. Not all people necessarily find that look hot. Some people might prefer the looser, less ‘revealing’ type of pants or skirts as more attractive on a woman. What are you gonna do about them? 3. What about women who might like to look at your ass and think lustful thoughts? Why are they not a problem?
4. Spaghetti strap mystery lady
I sat her down and said, “Ella, we do not wear spaghetti-strap tank-tops without a sweater over them because we are so beautiful and they do not protect our incredible mystery. Mom does not wear them without something over them, and it’s not something you will be allowed to do, now or when you are older.” We chatted a bit more about it and she said, “Okay mom, I want to protect my mystery, so I’ll wear the sweater.”
First of all, spaghetti straps? They ruin your ‘mystery?’ Second, and this one is going to be shocking… but your daughter’s body is not a mystery. Unless she is one of the minuscule percent of people who are not outfitted with the typical complement of human body parts, it’s not a mystery what is under her shirt or between her legs. The lucky person who one day gets to see beneath her extremely modest attire is not going to be all ‘holy crap! boobs! was SO not expecting that!’ What is special and beautiful about her body is the way she lets herself and a person/people she cares about discover and practice the ways to touch, kiss and hold her that make her feel like melting and fire. NOT that she lets some people see her wear spaghetti straps and some not.
Also, have you ever heard of SKIN CANCER? If there’s any reason to be wearing full shoulder coverage, it’s so you don’t get sunburn and increase the risk of getting skin cancer! Forget about the fricking mystery.
5. Elections. Elections make me so fucking weary. And cynical. Ads are everywhere, shit talking about the other people and half the time talking so fast to fit their stuff into the short ad time that you can’t even understand them anyway. Or the posters in everyone’s front lawn with people’s mug shot on it and their name and party. Really, what is the point of them? Literally all it tells you about the candidate is what they look like. So are they gambling that you’ll think they’re better looking/more trustworthy/less dodgy looking than their competitors? Because that seems like a pretty stupid gamble for some of the people’s faces I’ve seen spammed around the neighbourhood. How about maybe your name and a key sentences telling me what you actually stand for? Oh.. wait. You can’t actually stand for anything because you aren’t actually there to represent the people that you are supposedly working for, you’re there to do what your party leader tells you. What it the point of “representational government” (there might be an actual term for this but I can’t google it right now) and compulsory suffrage if our votes don’t actually mean anything? If the people we elect can’t actually do what we want, then why are we electing them?
And afterwards I always end up wondering how people can vote for people who are part of a party that is being assholes about any number of things. How can they not care that people are deprived of rights or treated inhumanely or that their few opportunities are taken away from them? How can they think that all that other shit about business and mining and bla bla bla is more important than making a difference to people’s lives? Do rich conservative people sit in their rich conservative homes thinking, “Damnit, I really hate when those liberal minded people want to make my life so much harder by having absolutely no effect on it so that they can let a few unnatural freaks get married.” Or, “How dare those people who are poor have the audacity to have some bad luck and ask for help for a while so they can get back on track when they should have just worked harder and magically earned more so that they would be prepared when this happened. Why should I care about the little people of the ‘community’? If they aren’t fortunate, affluent and conservative like me then they just aren’t trying hard enough to not be dealt a crappy hand. The fact that I got to where I am has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the fact that I was already born into a family that has never had to struggle. Completely irrelevant.”
6. Australia Post. These are the biggest bunch of wankers in the world. Self important, rule happy, rule inventing bureaucrats. Yesterday I had a parcel card and I signed the back of it and sent Stephanie over to the post office to get it. It said to take ID so she had her school ID card, which has her name and photo on it. They wouldn’t let her collect the parcel. Claimed that she was too young and that her ID had to have her address on it and the address had to match the parcel. First of all, the too young bit. NOWHERE on either the card or the website does it say anywhere that to collect a parcel a person has to be a certain age. I am reasonably sure they completely made that up themselves. Then, the address bit. WHERE exactly do they expect her to get a form of ID that has her address on it? Generally this is a person’s licence. (I can’t think of any other common photo ID that also has your address.) She obviously doesn’t have one of those. But also, there isn’t a rule that says you can only send someone to collect the parcel if they live with you. I collect stuff for my mum all the time and my address does not match hers. So at least half of that has to be untrue. The address does not have to match the parcel. Alright, fine, I cannot send my danger to collect a parcel for me because she doesn’t have sufficient identification, that being ID with an address. But what about this: a month or two ago, she had a card in the mail for picking a parcel up. They would not let her collect her own mail that was addressed to her. Surely it breaks all sorts of rules about not interfering with mail delivery and people’s right to privacy if the post office is requiring anyone under 17 to bring another person to prove THEIR identity before they’ll let her have her mail.
Apart from all of that though.. we go in that post office ALL THE TIME. They must recognise us. And we have an uncommon, unpronounceable foreign name that about 5 other people in the whole of Queensland have. Her photo ID has the same name as my parcel, it’s fucking good odds that she is from the right house to be collecting the parcel.