A Flash of Gash – Who Is To Blame?

•January 23, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I found myself in a 140 character discussion this morning – I refuse to grace such things with the descriptor of ‘debate’ because you simply can NOT debate in 140 characters – on the issue of women apparently being ‘forced’ to sell their good looks as a marketing tool to modelling success or some form of professional recognition. Gotta love Twitter, it brings out all of these because I say so arguments and I for one on issues like this simply can’t refuse the bait.

Let’s look at the matter in some form of context, something which those who want to proffer such issues never allow to happen. Page three girls in Britain’s THE SUN Newspaper. Word has it The Sun had decided to drop the (in)famous page three tittie fest because of feminist lobby pressure. That is clearly not the case. But it does appear that certain related rags have, over time, bowed to lobbiest pressure and dropped the exposure of female mammary glands because it apparently offends some folk. We’re never told how many folk such exposure apparently offends, or why it offends, just that it’s become an issue for the paper. I find myself asking why is exposure of female tit flesh an issue when it seems to be the very same feminist lobby groups who decry the equally vehement opposition from even more closeted anti-breast-feeding lobbies whenever a mum decides to flop out a boobie to feed her loinfruit.

Yes, I am being deliberately crude in my descriptions of the relevant activities, and why, you may ask? The answer is quite simply, because I can. That very same rationale undoubtedly applies to the very same ladies who, of their own volition and with no coercion other than the dollar sign attached to the contract through which they agree, as an adult individual, to get their norks out for the cameras, do so. Therein lies the crux of what, for me, is some enormous angst. Who is it that forces women to apparently degrade themselves in order to be recognised for who & what they are? Is it you, dear reader? Is it me? Is it the bloke down the road, the mob up the street, the supposedly leering agent they use to secure them the best deal for exposure of their areola or worse – GASP – their labia? Not in the least. The only person to blame if indeed blame is the rightful context to take such a decisions in, is the woman herself. Surely, a woman’s body is hers and hers alone to decide to do with whatever it is she decides to do? If a woman decides to lie down on a chaise lounge, open her legs & show the world just where she derives her most physical and carnal pleasures from, surely that decision is hers to make? Is that degrading of the specific individual if that individual makes a conscious decision to do whatever it is the camera operator says is a good shot? Only in the mind of that individual can exist the apparent shame, coercion, even, dare I use the word, feelings of prostitution in the performance of the action required. If those feelings exist, can the society due to be exposed to such material be at fault for it’s consumption of the material? I think not. Said material is offered gratis, or at some nominal cost which the society in question is undoubtedly prepared to pay. Is payment for that consumption to be directly related to any feelings of remorse on the part of the individual woman who chooses to display that which she later regrets? Certainly not, in my view. Are we not all individually responsible adults?

As a male, I can quite honestly state that I regard the feminine form as art. There was a time, during the renaissance, when the male form was regarded similarly. Evidence Michelangelo’s David, or the innumerable Greek statues of athletic male form. Was there an outcry back then about seeming prostitution of any given individual as the relevant model, for surely a model there must have been. I seriously doubt it. I ask, quite openly, why it is in this current age of sexual freedom in the western world, acceptance of nudity in theatre, film and the arts, in a world where a man can actually make money by painting caricatures with his penis that there still exists a minority lobby dedicated to the protection of something which, to me at least, appears utterly indefinable and solely the premise of the individual woman to decide upon. If a woman, ANY woman, decides as a responsible adult to use her body as a means of deriving a viable income, be it through the exposure of the exterior, or the use of the internal biological functionalities of her own body, who are we, be we male or female, to deny her the freedom of choice to so do?

I’m On My Way

•January 22, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Actually, I started the route from misery to happiness way before today, but the words of The Proclaimer’s track just popped into my head.  Continue reading ‘I’m On My Way’

Closer and Closer

•January 20, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I went out today with another EasyAs trainer, a gentleman by the name of Peter Tarvit. Continue reading ‘Closer and Closer’

Back From Beyond

•January 1, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Well….it’s not really beyond, it’s just Imbil in the Mary River Valley, but for the past three years, it’s been an escape from all and sundry. Continue reading ‘Back From Beyond’

How Lucky Are We?

•December 23, 2014 • Leave a Comment

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShRa2RG2KDI The last couple of days have seen a few obscure vids being posted on G+ from early in the US space program, which I’d never seen before. Continue reading ‘How Lucky Are We?’


•December 19, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Y’know, I see, hear and experience all manner of impacts on my/our daily lives, just as you do, dear reader, through the channels of the so-called mainstream media. I say ‘so-called’ simply because it’s generally accepted that if something comes off News-Dot-Com, the Seven Network or the ABC that it’s kosher, believable and accepted copy in their terminology. For example, on the way home today I hear on ABC Local Radio 612 (Brisbane) all about the slaughter of 8 children in a suburb of Cairns I once lived in. The more I listened, the less I found I was learning. There were pitifully few REAL facts and those few facts were repeated ad nauseaum in order to fill the allotted timeframe. As a former inhabitant of Cairns, I found myself asking, which street, the answer to which just wasn’t forthcoming. Isn’t that pertinent information? The ABC had a woman reporter at the 100 metre police barrier for crying out loud, surely she could state the address??? Is the real focus to be on the fact that people….in this case children under the age of adulthood…..were killed by person or persons unknown? Sad…incredibly sad and regrettable occurrence to be certain, but where is the real information on the circumstances in question? Forget the sensation, I for one don’t care, I want the facts, cleanly, concisely and clinically. I don’t know the people concerned, I have zero connections with Cairns these days, so give me the FACTS!!

A fact is something that has really occurred or is actually the case. Don’t belabor the fact, enhance it with NEW facts. Keep the so-called NEWS relevant, not outdated & repetitive.


Keep Going!

•August 12, 2014 • Leave a Comment

The death of Robin Williams, presumably at his own hand, leaves me incredibly saddened. Saddened for those most closely impacted by his passing, his family. They, more than any others, would know of his battle with himself. A battle which – if news reports are to be believed – he didn’t lose, but took decisive action in. I am not one who believes suicide is surrender, or that it’s some sort of coward’s way out because it is not. It takes the bravest of individuals to take that ultimate step in the battle with their darkest self. To wade into the war within that Stygian abyss knowing that self is at risk, but that self must be maintained at all costs. It’s a contradictory mindset to those who cannot understand, but perfectly logical to those so afflicted.

There are many of us who keep company with what I choose to call, the dog. There are many, many of us who have stood on the edge of that abyss and stared into the depths, only to find our darkest self staring back, daring us to engage. I’ve been there, I’ve looked into the darkness and saw my own black self looking back. It was terrifying. The experience frightened me so much I asked for help, and thankfully, I found it.

One of my favourite depressives, discovered during my research into just what depression is, is Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill. His oft quoted statement of fact, “if you’re going through Hell, keep going!” That simple message, cryptic as it may be, is intensely profound for me. It is a truism, especially when battling with one’s deepest, darkest self. If Hell does exist, it is surely that battle. We who are engaged, must keep on fighting it on our own ground, not from within the abyss. Always fight on your own terms, never on those of your dark side. If you are going through Hell……keep going! It’s imperative that you do, for those who love you most, if not for your real self.


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