Just a Girl by Tammie Adele

  9 to 5, for service and devotion You would think that I Would deserve a fair promotion Want to move ahead But the boss won't seem to let me   International Women’s Day (8 March) is very timely for Australia this year. We have women coming forward about sexual harassment in the Australian Parliament House. We’ve had spiralling instances of domestic violence over the twelve months of COVID-19 – coincidently, since the last International Women’s Day - as the ongoing pandemic means that some women are forced to spend more time at home with their abusive significant others. Finally, we have ongoing gender disparity in the Australian High Court. So, what exactly are we celebrating this year for International Women’s Day? Firstly, let’s look at the Brittany Higgins situation. I can’t say much more than what is in this well researched and balanced article . However, I do want to say that a raped women should NEVER have to choose between sucking it up and getting on with the j

  I close my eyes and see you before me Think I would die if you were to ignore me A fool could see just how much I adore you I'd get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you   In late 2018 I was diagnosed with fibroids, a condition that I was predisposed to because I hadn’t had kids. After more than ten years of my partner and I not just practising baby making, but actually attempting to make a few, the fibroids ironically led to me getting a hysterectomy. Less than a year later I was diagnosed with breast cancer. While waiting for a mastectomy - or as I like to refer to it, a Medicare funded boob job – I wondered, if they took my uterus and took my boobs, would I have to start ticking the ‘other’ option rather than the ‘female’ option on Australia’s extremely accommodating government forms? Many, many, years before stumbling along the, unfortunately, all too well-worn breast cancer path, I was lucky enough to see one of my all-time favourite bands, The Divinyls, l

  I didn't eat yesterday I'm not gonna eat today I'm not gonna eat tomorrow Cause I'm gonna be a supermodel!   Many years ago I went to the footy with a guy I was seeing at the time, and about three of his five brothers. North Queensland Cowboys matches in the late 1990s involved lots of alcohol consumption, lots of mascots promoting various businesses, and lots of cheerleaders. The cheerleaders were imaginatively named the Cowgirls, while the junior cheerleaders were the Ponytails. Now, one of the brothers was happily ogling and yelling obscenities to the Cowgirls as they demonstrated great dancing and gymnastic feats. He happily lead the procession of male mob mentality as the other brothers followed suit. Then out came the Ponytails, little girls, presumably aspiring to one day make it onto the Cowgirls squad. This is when one of the other brothers pointed out that the mob leading brother’s daughter was both a) not far off being old enough to join the C