- Last week Australian Prime Minister Julia Gillard publicly criticized the leader of the opposition party for his use of sexist language and dismissive attitude towards women, accusing him of “misogyny.” But some people said that misogyny — which means a hatred of women — should not be used interchangeably with the words “sexism,” which was more in line with Gillard’s complaints. But an Australian dictionary did not disagree and has changed the definition of the word “misogny” to include this definition: “entrenched prejudice against women.” (I also rather like this piece on the Guardian in which several women weigh in on the dispute and whether there’s any difference between sexism and misogyny.) [Guardian UK]
- Meet Justice Bernette Johnson, who is set to become the first black chief justice on the Louisiana Supreme Court. [Think Progress]
- On Apryl Brown (who lost all four limbs because of shady “butt injections) and the age of the fat ass. [Clutch Magazine] Keep reading »
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Oh Australia, what were you thinking? A bar in Perth in the Land of the Criminals kicked a guy out for having a mullet haircut. A bouncer at Print Hall’s rooftop bar told mullet-wearer David Hoogland that “his kind” wasn’t welcome at the establishment — and it’s all because of his business in the front, party in the back haircut. Hoogland says he was asked leave because of his hair.
I love any time activism is infused with joy. That’s why I’m loving these Australians who held a pro-choice flash mob where they all danced on the streets of Melbourne to Florence + The Machine’s “Dog Days Are Over.” These Aussies — both women and men, old and young — woreT-shirts reading “Abortion: a fact of life” as part of Reproductive Choice Australia’s End The Stigma campaign. It’s an attention-getting stunt that’s moving without being in your face.
After the jump, you’ll also want to watch ethicist Leslie Cannold in her TEDxCanberra 2012 talk, “I Had An Abortion … Or Maybe I Didn’t.”
In America, we don’t have even have nationwide paid maternal leave. We just have the Family And Medical Leave Act, which ensures three months of unpaid job-protected leave for a new mom. Look and learn, folks, because Australia is putting us all to shame: starting in 2013, Aussies will have the Dad And Partner Leave plan, which guarantees two weeks of paid leave at minimum wage (around $630) for the father or same-sex partner after a baby is born. Australia already has paid parental leave which gives 18 weeks of paid leave at minimum wage for one parent.
Although the minimum wage aspect is not ideal for either plan, it’s so commendable that the country is helping to make it possible for parents to both be at home during those early new-baby days. Why, just look at how overwhelmed this mommy koala is at having to do all the childcare work herself! Keep reading »
Melbourne’s Fashion Week is on right now, but what’s happening on the streets is just as interesting as the catwalk. Maybe it’s because Australia’s a bit more isolated from the rest of the fashion world, but the street style in Melbourne is really on point. We could all learn a thing or two from these girls …
You guys like animals, I love animals. You guys like getting drunk, I like getting drunk. It seems like we’d get along. After all, it’s not every day that three guys get drunk, break into a Sea World and steal a friggin’ penguin. [Daily Mail UK]
Meghan Washington is an Australian musician who performs under the moniker Washington. For some reason, she was at the premiere of the new Aussie flick, “Wish You Were Here” last week (out on April 26) wearing this adorable lace-y number and looking really cute. We couldn’t find a dress that was exactly like Washington’s, but we did find a few that emulated different aspects of her retro-’60s glam look. Click through to see how we’d steal her look. Keep reading »
The first thing you’ll notice about 19-year-0ld Lucas Pittaway is his striking resemblance to fellow Aussie Heath Ledger. But aside from his Ledger-esque curly locks and good looks, Pittaway’s got intense acting skills. They can be seen in the new indie film “The Snowtown Murders” (out in the U.S. on March 2), based on the true story of one of Australia’s most notorious serial killers, John Bunting. Bunting, along with several accomplices, murdered 11 people in the ’90s and buried many of them in storage containers. Pittaway plays Jamie Vlassakis, one of Bunting’s unwilling accomplices and the heart of the film. “The Snowtown Murders” isn’t easy to watch — and some of it is graphically horrific — but it’s a haunting portrayal of a killer going unnoticed amid the malaise of suburban life. And we think Lucas Pittaway — who by the way, cries very beautifully in this movie — is destined for great things. After the jump, five things you should know about Pittaway.
We often joke that Australia is a country of criminals, so it’s fascinating to see a little snapshot from the country’s actual criminal past. The New South Wales Police Department released around 2,500 mugshots of some of its finest female criminals picked up between 1910 and 1930. The snapshots provide a fascinating glimpse into the lives and livelihoods of the criminal underworld.
A good number the women arrested were brought in because of their involvement in the back alley illegal abortion industry, while another large subsect were charged with petty thievery. Another crime of the time — drug use and cocaine possession.
The criminal life certainly was hardknock — many of the women look much older than their rap sheets belie. Let their weathered faces be a warning to you — crime certainly doesn’t pay in moisturizing cremes. Click through to see their vintage mug shots and read their fascinating stories. [Daily Mail UK]
I was finishing college when I met my husband, Jason*, a carefree, polite Australian with dreamy blue eyes and shaggy brown hair who was on an extended working holiday. The attraction to his laissez faire personality and quirky accent was arguably a naive American girl’s knee-jerk reaction to a breakup with a controlling and insecure Brit. Yet, it is undeniable that our romance was of Hollywood screenwriting caliber. Set in the picturesque town of St. Andrews, Scotland — ironically at the same time and place where Prince William courted Duchess Catherine — I allowed this delicious Aussie, four years my senior, to sweep me off my feet. We strolled hand-in-hand through ruins on the beaches that lined the North Sea, snuck kisses in-between pints at our favourite pubs on Sunday afternoons, and celebrated my graduation from St. Andrews University in the company of my entire family, who embraced him immediately. I knew he was a keeper when he broke into the Royal and Ancient Golf Club where he worked to show me the grandiose dining room, which had banned women patrons centuries ago.
Nonetheless, reality always finds a way to spoil the fairytale. Soon after graduation, I returned to my parents’ house in Connecticut and Jason returned to his native Australia. While most flings abroad are retired, Jason and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we might be soul mates. We agreed to take a stab at our fledging union and if it didn’t work, we would walk away with dignity and respect knowing that we tried our best. Thus began a journey that far outweighed the rarity of our early beginnings as Jason and B.B. Truly, what was most unforeseen was not the juggling of the typical long-distance relationship, but where this brand of relationship took us and the questions we inevitably had to answer. Keep reading »