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Why do I write? Why be a blogger?

I have a full life without large uncontrollable projects taking up further head-space:

Enlightened Housewife Part One

Realistically, I am too busy to put a lot of time and effort into another endeavor; blogging is time consuming. But I have strong reasons to do so.



Writing has always been a passion. This, from early grades, when I perfected the the dark art of plagiarism.
I would faithfully pen missives that were identical to whichever Enid Blyton jaunt I was devouring.
I peaked, far too early, in High School when I attained my greatest literary achievement to date. I won second place in a school writing comp.

I introduced an element of commercialism to my literary endeavors.

In those years, I felt as strongly about Shakespeare, Auden and T.S. Eliot as I did about my first High School crush.
It was no great sacrifice to write essays for the students of other grade levels (so there was no suspicion of the identity of the author of some very well written essays) in return for a suitable quantity of booze.

I got to meddle around in Hamlet and King Lear to my hedonistic little heart’s content. A situation that remains my preferred state of being today. It keeps me passionate about life.

Passion is the core of the unfinished feminist revolution. Fear of judgment by others, by society, leads to keep our voices muted. We can barely ask for time for ourselves, let alone passionately espouse causes or pursue interests other than family.
We put everything else before pursuing our passions.
Regardless of the equality implications outlined above by Silvia Federici, it’s important to keep the passion alive as the years go by. Passion can be drowned out by overload in both one’s professional and personal lives.
Not so much for men who tend to remain committed to tickling the flame of their beloved one’s ardor of an evening.

Or find another outlet for their spuds’ sticky secretions:

Sad reality Behind Pretty Woman Tale:

An abandoned wife hates on the whole profession. The article screams “victim”, so I enjoyed the feisty rejoinder published subsequently, by a member of the world’s oldest profession.

I write because writing being my passion, I owe it to myself and other women to pursue my passion, outside of work, family and contributing to my community.


Or rather, lack of them.

At various times in my life I have attempted to “Lean In.” All to no avail. From the Sydney Morning Herald:

There’s no skirting it. Abbott is helping deny women a voice

New Australian Prime Minister, Tony Abbot has only elected one woman to cabinet. This phrase resonates:

“As women, we’re expected to shoulder the burden of blame. If we were only better, we wouldn’t be denied avenues to power. We would have earned them.”

So what’s going on in Abbot’s head?


Men in business see women in the business world as either a Wilma or a Betty.
Forget the Madonna/Whore complex. The Flintsonian Wilma/Betty duality is the stereotype that needs to be smashed, along with the glass ceiling, for future generations of women to be represented in senior levels of business. And in the same numbers as their sometimes lesser qualified male counterparts.

Wilmas (Alpha Females)  sometimes get to break through and join the men at the Board table but no matter how intelligent, the Bettys almost never do. And if they do, it can take years and repeated attempts to stand alongside men who attained the same career heights, years prior.

Being a Betty, denies me some opportunities in business. I also call it the “Live and Let Live” attitude.
I’m just too, ‘Live and Let Live’, in the workplace to flourish. I go to work to do my job and to talk to my workmates.
But just wanting to get on and do a job and be noticed for your work ethics rather than your aggressive management style is not enough for some businesses and business men.
If the Bettys really want to rise to the heights of business, they need to pursue this agenda with the aggression that marks successful businessmen but without the anger that so often turns shrill. It’s being an aggressor, but not aggressive.

I’m lovin’ on Marissa Mayer who is a great example of this. She has retained control of her femininity, her ovaries and has written her own narrative in business.

But, like many other talented women in the community, some who are part of the Harvard alumni, Mayer’s path is not for everyone. So, I’ve learned to “Lean In” by creating¬† my own opportunities. This blog is my latest effort to do so.

I have been tapping the keyboard in this capacity for almost two years now. This is an incarnation of a previous blog that I started to maintain ties with my homeland of New Zealand.

It was also an anger management exercise over some of the daily injustices and political turmoil in the world. I have since learned that fretting over events that you cannot change is a narcotic second only to victim-hood.

I go hot and cold on blogging. Hot when a particular issue in the media is grinding my gears and cold when the housework is overwhelming,


I am a failed novelist and short story writer. Sending my misbegotten creeds to publishers has accorded me no recognition as the next upcoming author.

Muttering darkly about the “Hegemony of the Baby Boomer”, I turned to journalism. I accordingly qualified as a functioning alcoholic (the one distinguishing Journalistic quality) Massey University New Zealand: Class of 2001.

I have acted for many years as a journalist in a volunteer capacity and have contributed over the years to many local community newspapers and organizations.

Being able to coin a phrase and find the truth in bodies of literature gives you access to different worlds. I’ve contributed to political party policy, to local body debates and have passed through the world of criminals and¬† businessmen. Sometimes the last two categories are indistinguishable. .
I mostly do this for free and in return I get a lot of satisfaction in meeting people from all walks of life.

Banging away on the keyboard, circa 2013. Leaning In. Thanks for joining me.

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Two stories based on the same information but with different spin:

From the Sydney Morning Herald: The angle is that the equivalent population of a New Zealand city has relocated to Australia over the past year.

”There is some concern about the loss of 45,000 people [in a year],” said Statistics New Zealand spokesman Nicholas Thomson. ”With our population of about 4.4 million, that’s the equivalent to the population of a lot of our cities.

I’m horrified. A sizable town or city left New Zealand in the past year! Seriously? This sounds like an enormous problem. Surely this will appear on the front of our daily newspapers and our politicians be urged to act with urgency. But no. Population shrinkage is a myth on this side of the Tasman.

From the New Zealand Herald:

“The much vaunted brain drain to Australia is no worse than it has ever been, and is actually smaller as a proportion of New Zealand’s total population than it was 40 years ago, a major study by the Department of Labour has found.

I had already blogged how this was wishful thinking and that Statistics NZ will not have the full picture on NZ departures.

I’m now wondering if all our good thinkers have already left for ‘Australia Fair’, be they journalists or analysts. Come on guys, wake up.
Time has moved on and technology in particular has advanced tremendously; if people leave, they may not feel the same pull to return home as they did in the 1970’s. We can skype, call and fly home to visit cheaper than ever before. The problem of a disappearing population is very real.
The ditch has shrunk, but the economic benefits of training New Zealanders are going to Australia, as many more New Zealanders leave to call Australia home.
I don’t believe the Christchurch Earthquakes are solely to blame, though the constant aftershocks have taken a toll on some nerves. In times of crisis we tend to hunker down and are more called to our familiar home and hearth.
Of course the opposition will blame National for the mass exodus. The chickens are coming home to roost under the watch of National however it is both sides of the house that are to blame.
I believe the wild ideological swings of the previous two decades are to blame.

Whatever the reasons people are emigrating, the trend must be reversed soon. A country with over 1/4 of it’s population residing overseas with more leaving is not a nation.
It is a few scattered islands in the stream.

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