Overheard conversation in antique shop on Magill Road today:
Middle-aged Antique Shop Lady #1: The Aboriginals wrap their babies up in newspaper, you know, instead of blankets.
Middle-aged Antique Shop Lady #2: And they wonder why they get them taken away!
I dropped whatever I was looking at. I didn't know what to do. I just walked out.
Middle-aged Antique Shop Lady #2, calling me as I stormed by: Were you looking for anything special?
Me: No.
(Exit stage left)
I was actually reeling as I walked home. I should have bloody said something.
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An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test
Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
Oh for the love of bloody fuc@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@$%^&*(ing bollocks too angry to form a complete fu@#$%^*(Ing sentence.
ReplyDeleteOk, calm now. I know that feeling Franzy, you're almost too shocked by the 'impoliteness' of the comment to register it as racist bullshit that should be immediately confronted.
I used to be so 'brave' (read: better) when I was younger. When I started year 11 I swapped from a state school to a progressive year 11 and 12 private college. At Easter one of the teachers gave us all a small chocolate egg. One of the guys looked at me and said, 'What is she? A fucking Jew?'. He said it so casually and clearly expected me to smirk in polite agreement. I had never heard anyone make an anti-Semitic remark off a big or small screen and I just went nuts at him.
I doubt I would be so direct now. Mores the pity.
FYI, the class was year 11 Politics. He left the next semester and went back to Saint Peter's Boys, a much better fit (not that all Saints Boys are bigots etc, cover my arse etc).
Some people are just stupid.
ReplyDeleteI have nothing else to say.
Stupid.