Back when we started the Real Hot Bitches we didn’t set out to be overly feminist or political. Our policy was to leave no dance stone unturned and to be an open access dance troupe. The Melbourne Real Hot Bitches troupe have done me proud. This article focuses on the fact that clothes don’t cause rape, rapist do. As the mistress of the RHB’s and as a feminist, I...
“Oxo cube”, “barrel of lard’, “fatty boomsticks’ terms of endearment, pet names if you will, names, that if you grew up in or near the Meyer household you will have heard. Neither I nor my sisters were literal translations of these monikers but, recently I’ve had conversations with friends about the horror of the middle age spread so I’ve put together my ‘pull no punches’ approaching lard loss. If...
Maybe it’s the sepia tones but old Fridtjof Wedel-Jarlsberg Nansen is a stunner. The scientist, explorer and humanitarian worker liked the cold and was the man that led the team who made the first crossing of the Greenland interior in 1888. He won international fame after reaching a record northern latitude of 86°14′ during his North Pole expedition of 1893–96. I’m guessing that is a bear skin coat, which...
Tonight I decided to mix it up a bit. I took the steps. The Dixon St steps. Ordinarily I take the Cable Car home, a treat for doing a 500 calorie burning spin class at lunch time, but today I broke with tradition and found myself guiltily eating leftover neenish tarts in the staff room at 12.15pm. The last time I ate a neenish tart was 20 years...
A few weeks ago, over lunch, Mrs Hempel told me that it in order to receive the maximum stress relieving benefits from exercise you have to pant. Not breathe heavily but pant. “What? Like a dog?” I enquired. “Yes, like this” she explained and demonstrated panting into her haloumi. Since that fateful lunch date I have pondered panting, and (coincidentally) become extremely stressed. Aside from the obvious exercise...
Boy oh boy am I missing the boys. They have been visiting Gran and John-John on the farm. I have been working and admittedly, swanning off to Auckland for Bianca’s book launch but, it has been a cold and empty casa with out them. I arrive home and everything is exactly where I left it. No little boy saying ”Go away Mama!” and then 10 seconds later flinging his...
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