So right now I'm in Hornsby Westfield, in the food hall, hooked up to Maccers free Wifi. Next to me sits a half-eaten egg and bacon McMuffin and a cardboard cup of tea. I have made friends with the one-armed light cleaning man, after a brief skirmish regarding the use of the one powerpoint in the place - and we have discussed his unusually smart 13yo daughter's gift for all things computery.
Yes, and there I was thinking a writing life was all glamorous dark smokey cafes, surly baristas and teetering on the brink of dire poverty :) !!
Anyhoo, my dear friend Jill sent this poem to me this morning, and I thought I'd post it here, because its awesome...
I'll just go all arts-studenty on you for a moment and note that this poem is accredited to Maya Angelou, but, it is in fact an adaption of a list written by Pamela Redmond Satran for a magazine (the poem is much better than the list btw)
I was at the doctor's office yesterday, and made the unfortunate choice of picking up a copy of Cosmo to read. That magazine is EVIL, just breathtakingly awful. I haven't read it for years and years and I'd forgotten. The values and mores it was bleating on about were cringe-making; over and over again the message it sent was that a woman wasn't quite good enough if she didn't have the right shoes, make up, clothes, boyfriend... I mean WTF??
It reminded me of the line of another much loved poem of mine "Everyone is Free (to Wear Suncreen)" by Mary Smich
"Do not read beauty magazines... they will only make you feel ugly."