Some lovely anonymous person decided to hassle me about that poem I posted, saying I’m part of the problem because “women like me” don’t do enough on feminist issues and that I hadn’t said anything in this journal about this moron running around comparing women to catmeat.
Step one, you have no idea how much I do because you don’t actually know me. If you’re who I think you are, you met me through Melbourne Uni teaching and there are obvious reasons why I wouldn’t reveal the level of my activism to a student.
Step two, there are a lot of things I don’t end up writing on this journal, mostly because of other things going on in my life that result in stress, or happiness, or absence from the city and therefore the computer. For example, I never got around to writing about the fabulous declaration by a WA court that the whole of Perth and quite a bit of the surrounds are indigenous land and have native title. Does that mean I don’t think that’s important? No, it just means I didn’t get around to writing about it.
Sorry I didn’t write about your pet topic. I agree with you, the guy’s a moron and offensive. I don’t think he’s about to influence Australian policy on women’s dress though, so he’s of less interest to me that other things going on in Australia right now, such as the impending visit by the G20 and our involvement in that, our continuing lack of a bill of rights and our continuing erosion of freedoms in this country. If I look overseas, I see an even more enormous thing that needs my attention and that I still haven’t paid anough attention to: Darfur. And then probably the rise of Sharia law in Nigeria and its continuance in Iran and resurgence in Afghanistan. So much to do, so little time. But don’t you dare say I’m not doing anything.