It makes the world go round.
I am a weeper. I get it from my Dad. It is a well known fact that Meyer’s are genetically predisposed to crying. Mostly, I cry when I am happy, like when Dashkin was born, or at things that are really bitter sweet like saying goodbye to the Bitches, or leaving work. What I don’t do is cry when I am overwhelmed. But yesterday, when I saw the yacht...
“She’s dog, but we are up for an adventure eh’ darling” my husband announced on the 48 hour flight to Aruba. Oh how he has changed his tune! As we get closer to Aruba I have noticed a dramatic shift in his description of ‘Summertime’. Six months ago he was full of “She is a really solid boat- just needs a good clean” and “it is a great price”....
Dear Bitches, In 1982 Olivia Newton John started a revolution when she sang ‘Let’s get physical. Come on, let me hear your body talk’. Six years ago we decided to see how many Wellingtonians wanted to make their bodies talk, and you, the bitches, responded. You didn’t just want to make your bodies talk; you wanted to make them holler. And I want to say thank you Thank you...
It is the dust; it gets stuck in the back of my throat and pulls me up mid sentence. I have to stop, cough and start over again. My hair is thick with it. It coats the car in a thin grey film, it seeps into the house and tries to fill the cracks the earthquake has left. We are the lucky ones. We have water and power and...
After almost 6 years of bitchtastic dancing the World Record breaking Real Hot Bitches are cryogenically freezing themselves until the next 80s revival. Bitch Mistress Candy le Coque is off to sail the ocean waves while co founder Rockit has begun a new life, emulating Florence Nightingale. “It is going to be sad to hang up our g-tards one last time, so to ease the pain we are inviting...
A unskinny mirror, fluro lights, white goose pimply flesh, a tear-stained face, unhelpful assistants, destroyed soul, yep you guessed it I went tog shopping. I love lycra. I have loved it since I saw Effie on Aerobics Oz style doing low impact lunges in a high impact cutaway tard. I love it so much I spend every Saturday afternoon encased in it. My most treasured belongings are my custom-made snake-skin unitard, my ‘sculptured to my body’...
They have arrived !! The courtesy flags have arrived! This adventure just got a little more real. Twelve 30x60cms rectangles of printed and stitched canvas, more real. The brilliant red of Tonga, the crinkly stars of OZ, the positively Darwinian hues of the Galapagos, are all worthy of adulation but my favorite is the banana yellow of Niue complete with the circle of black vivid that some el cheapo has drawn...
Hands up if you can speak another language? Now hands up if you can REALLY speak another language? I ask because a couple of days ago my colleague and I were flexing our linguistic muscles as we hunched over the 5 minute quiz in the Dom Post. Question three presented the perfect opportunity to put my four ever French lessons into action. ‘What would a Tricoteuse being doing at an execution?’ It...
I finally, after five and half years of running a dance troupe I have managed to choreograph a song mostly on my own! Boom. I hit it hard. So hard I have a bruise to prove it. In a departure from the 80′s and in a return to the core ethos of Bitchin.. ie leaving no dance stone unturned I choose, bitch by default, Peaches. She spoke to me. Her electropop beats have got me...
It all began in standard four with the Our Lady of Lourdes cross country. I was 10, it was raining and the course was around the soggy back field. I was hooked. Cross country running was ace. No nasty sprints where the long legged redhead could streak past me, no compulsory rompers, no embarrassing bar moments on the high jump, no having to do chest passes. Just me, the field and...
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