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Below is the link for an article which pretty much sums up the attitudes of those people in Australia who have spent the last eleven years protesting, worrying, ranting and writing about their concerns with the ethics and the implications of the policies of the Howard Government.

 This Saturday we go to the polls in what is an absolutely monumental election, so much turns on the outcome of our votes. There is only one more sleep and I am not sure *how* I will get myself to sleep tonight. I am at work, trying to focus, but my palms are sweaty, there are butterflies in my tummy, I am excited and nervous.

 Anyway, I could use my work time to write an article on exactly what this election means to me, and to the future of this country, but a/ my bosses would prefer I get the fuck on with my work, and b/ I doubt I could say it any better than the article you can link to below.

 Brought tears to my eyes…all you social justice advocates and lefties not in Australia, all you bloggers and readers concerned with ethics and equity, keep everything crossed for a Liberal defeat (nay, a smashing) tomorrow…the implications of this election will be enormous, and will have huge effects on many of the most vulnerable groups in our society…so please, please, please, wish us luck!!!

http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2007/11/20/1195321779089.html

Talk to you after the election!

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No posts from me for the next couple of days. I am deeply, deeply tired and sad over gender stuff.In a conversation in which I dared to suggest that gender privilege should be marked and monitored carefully in the same way as other forms of privilege it was declared by a critically engaged and culturally informed male friend that if I do not narrow the focus of my critique of masculinity I “am”

*just another man hater*

full stop. the end.


(the Phallus reserves the right to make such judgments and no correspondence will be entered into)

Not having a phallus myself I am deeply fucking exhausted by the experience of being told I was “just wrong”, of having my ability to define my take on a given situation for myself misinterpreted, used against me and taken away from me. I keep trying to write a new post, but the force has been stripped from my arguments by the disappointment and sadness I am feeling over the fact it’s just that easy. *I am a man, I don’t see it that way, you see it that way because you are a woman, ipso facto, you are wrong and if you think otherwise you are a man hater*

Fuck that. And fuck him for pulling that shit. And fuck misogyny. And fuck this stubborn idiocy of claiming that we don’t have to mark gender privilege. Fuck men assuming that their intention rules the reading of any given situation. Fuck masculine experience being designated ‘neutral’ and therefore having the veto power over female experiences. Fuck men within academia trumping gender with class, as if it’s a goddamned competition, as if we can’t consider both, and the connections between the two, proudly taking up the mantle of being ‘working class’ as if class doesn’t shift with time, experience, education and access to postgraduate studies and facilities, as if class issues don’t also impact unfairly on women. Fuck bowing to men’s take on the situation. Fuck being apologetic.

So I am off to spend an actual weekend in my house, with my child, with my friends, with my boyfriend – if my ability to critique the world around me is going to be neutralized by a few quick phrases then I’m not fucking playing this weekend. I’m going to eat, cook, clean, bum around the house and regroup. I’m also probably never going to receive an apology. After all, I’m only a woman, only a ‘man hater’ therefore aggression towards me, silencing me, misrepresenting my arguments, interrupting and refusing to allow me to speak for myself, reducing my views to being the result of my ‘minority’ status, and concluding ‘I’m wrong’ are totally fucking acceptable…it isn’t like I’ve really got anything to whinge about is it? I’m not a working class man 

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