Who would be a politician? At least in Australia. (It’s probably pretty good in Italy where you can bonk underage Middle Eastern prostitutes and then lie about it, be convicted and still be a hero).
As for Australia, all you have to do is keep the economy strong, introduce a disability scheme and educational reforms and put a price on carbon to help the environment and they’ll hate you.
I know what happened to Julia was partly of her own making. I know she should never have hung out with the faceless men, donned the pearls or slowed down her speech to pre-kinder level. It was all, well, not the real Julia. But then what is? The sad thing is we never got to find out.
So now, as a relatively young woman (I don’t know about you but 51 is looking younger and younger all the time), she’s lost her career, along with so many others in the Labor party. These are people who devoted their life to the joint and probably started out with some grand ideas and are now unceremoniously cast out. I guess they get to keep their parliamentary pension, a bit of super, and some can land a book deal or hop on the speakers’ circuit if they are interesting enough. But it is a shame that our political system and the 24 hour news cycle doesn’t allow politicians a little breathing space and we are all the poorer for it.
The latest political poll since the political hoo-ha a fortnight ago, when Jules told Tone what’s what, seems to be working for her. Up, up, polls are up for Julia. Technically not up enough to win an actual election but at this point, the Labor party is after as many Facebook friends as it can get.
In a surprise move, men have taken their bat and ball and joined Team Julia (however temporarily) and Tone is left with, well I dunno, I guess his wife and daughters he is so keen to parade around.
This is good news for anyone who thinks the political atmosphere has got out of hand and that everyone needs a smack. It is good news for anyone who suspects that The Real Julia might actually be someone they could share a cup of International Roast with and anyone who thinks pearls is a bad look on her. She needs a footy scarf not pearls!
It is also good news for anyone who enjoys watching Tony Abbott look as though he’d rather bury himself under a pile of ironing or hit himself in the head with a muffin tray when Julia gave her famous bad ass speech.
And it’s good news that the men of Australia don’t mind a strong woman giving a lecture. Actually they quite enjoy it. Either that or they’d like to biff Tony Abbott with a rolling-pin too.
Germaine Greer is an icon, a trailblazer. She probably should have her own font named after her (the GerMaine Block Capitals or G.E.Maine Sans Serif perhaps?). At the very least the Germaine App which can sprout out WTF moments at the press of a button.
There’s been a few WTF moments over the last decade, but the latest attack on Julia’s bum from one of the world’s most renowned feminists is a bra too far. Come on, Germaine – what about the sisterhood here? At least even up the score with an attack on Tony’s budgie smugglers. Here we have our nation’s first female PM and the best Germaine can do is criticise her her booty.
(For the record, I would take Julia out of the short white jackets, and put her into a green or blue slimming longer jacket. But hey, she is a big girl now and she is the prime minister of Australia, she can dress however she bloody well likes. Maybe she likes a big bum. Take that Germaine!)
Why doesn’t Germaine pick on someone who she hates (there’s plenty of those) instead of picking on someone she might have some ideological connection with. Why are people with no opinions about policies and, (if you look at Germaine’s outfits), no clue about fashion being invited on Q&A anyway? Tony Jones – ignore Germaine, if booty-bashing is the best she can come up with she’s not worth it, and let’s stick to actual policies and give fashion the bum steer.