It's international breast feeding week. Which is just rad. Breasts are beautiful, Babies are beautiful, And nothing beats a baby with a full tummy.
Breast feeding mums deserve all the praise in the world, they are glorious selfless super beings.
And do you know who what other glorious, selfless super beings deserve all the praise in the world?
Formula feeding mums.
I started full time formula feeding the twins at around 5 months and guess what? It's no joy ride either.
In fact, in some ways it's harder then breast feeding. Making milk, cleaning bottles. That's not fun.
But I was able to pass on some work load to Bill and my mum and pretty much anyone who walked into my house and that made the world of difference.
It took me 4 babies to learn that I wasn't getting any medals for making life hard for myself. Boy do I know that now. I owe the majority of my mental health and happiness to my shortcuts.
Formula feeding is not giving up on breastfeeding. Just as much as breastfeeding is not giving up on formula.
There is no right or wrong. There is simply the way of the Queen.
I hope that all the breastfeeding posts make breastfeeding mums feel special, because you are. But I really hope that they don't make formula feeding mums feel any less special. Because we are all pretty fucking special is you ask me.
And anyone who soldiers on through the trials and tribulations of feeding a baby should be celebrated this week and every week.
The secret is that most of the time doing what is best for you and doing what is best for your baby are the exact same thing. 💗👑🙏🏼
"Which leads to this: earlier this week, a woman posted a lengthy diatribe to Facebook calling out a man who had engaged in threatening behaviour on public transport. The woman described him harassing three fellow female passengers, pressing into their personal space and insisting they give him high fives. After intervening, she took a photograph of the man and shared it alongside her Facebook post. It was quickly reposted by numerous people, including myself.
Shortly afterwards, unqualified rebuttals started appearing claiming this man had an intellectual disability. This was soon framed as him being autistic, with numerous people (who were not there) deciding this meant his behaviour was harmless and it was the nasty feminazis who were really at fault. Abusive comments (including the belief that she should have been raped and murdered by Adrian Bayley) were then hurled at the woman who wrote the original post. In deeply unsurprising news, she was also besieged with 'dick pics' - because of course, the best way to prove that gendered harassment of women doesn't exist is to send unsolicited photographs of your penis alongside violent commentary.
Since then, the story has appeared on a handful of particularly vitriolic and paranoid men's rights websites with the spurious claim of autism continually repeated. This is despite the fact none of these sites can actually provide the man's name or indeed testimony from anyone other than untested 'witnesses' (who've done nothing to prove they were there). The Daily Telegraph's Tim Blair eagerly jumped in with a piece, offering up the bulk of his evidence in the form of a link to a fact-free blog post on the pustular website, Age of Shitlords - and yes, that is a name men seeking to be taken seriously are legitimately going by.
And so now, the kinds of men who abhor 'social justice warriors' and fervently defend their right to use words like 'retard' - indeed, the kinds of men who support Donald Trump, a walking clusterfuck of offence who not only admits to sexually assaulting women but is on camera mocking a disabled journalist - are suddenly leaping on the opportunity to discredit women's experiences once again by pretending they suddenly care about the disabled community. Of course, none of them seem able to correctly define autism, with phrases like "mentally handicapped" and "mental illness" being used as catch-alls. But what does that matter when there are bitches to roast for being oversensitive attention seekers?
Facts evidently matter very little. It doesn't matter that the family member I spoke with confirmed this man wasn't on the spectrum. It apparently doesn't matter that he has appeared almost twenty times in the Magistrates Court in the last year. It doesn't matter that he was only targeting women and that a high five forced on us by the strange, erratic men we've not only been told to be wary of but have prior experience in being made uncomfortable by might just feel a bit more threatening than it would to the men who are invariably not targeted by this kind of behaviour regularly."
This is for all the MRA-turn-neurologists who diagnose spectrum placement based on articles in the Daily Mail and literal Internet shitrags. That thing women do, when they post men's photographs online? It isn't revenge porn. It isn't designed to humiliate and dehumanise ordinary blokes in order to get back at them for some perceived slight. It's done because women are sick of dealing with this shit and, at every turn, being told they're overreacting or demonising male behaviour. The only option left to many of us is to engage in the Hollaback method of warning each other to keep an eye out.
And if you don't think the deck is stacked against us, think on this: There was a significant number of men squawking about how Laura should have 'done the right thing' and reported the incident to the authorities. But what happens when we do? Well, here are two examples. A few months ago, I shared a post directly from the Victoria Police page looking for a man suspected of flashing women in a Melbourne park. He was photographed by a female jogger who reported him to the police. Despite the fact even the police considered this legitimate enough to seek further information on, my post was quickly filled with angry men insisting this woman had gone too far. That we couldn't be sure she was telling the truth. That she might be getting revenge on him. And - my favourite - that she was just doing it for attention.
And then there was the share last night. A flight attendant on Alaskan Airlines objected to the rude and sexist way a passenger spoke to her during the safety demonstration. She alerted her colleagues and, presumably, someone with authority in the airline. The passenger was escorted from the plane. A post describing this incident has since been inundated with people - mainly men - blasting her and other women for being too sensitive and not knowing how to 'take a joke'.
And there it is. That sickening feeling again that women are just expected to smile and play nice, to let the boys have their fun and to never ever call them on it or fight back because to do so is to execute the most vile and hateful of misandries.
Get fucked. Leave women alone. Stop trying to get us to play along with your bullshit and stop crying foul when we block your attempts to just keep getting away with it. Own your fucking shit and grow the fuck up.
A warning now about a new smart phone craze sweeping Perth. Pokemon Go is a game targetted at kids, sending them on a virtual-reality treasure hunt. But today Perth police issued a warning amid fears predators will use the game to target victims.
A young woman has learnt the hard way not to disobey her dad, after he used an excavator to DESTROY his daughter's luxury car after he caught it being driven by a boy he did not approve of! Do you think this is a fair punishment? #9Today
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UPDATE: We've just had word from Fauna Rescue SA. Unfortunately, the shark has died.
A member of the public found a small shark alive in a roadside puddle at One Tree Hill this morning and contacted police.
The amazing discovery was made about 10.45am on Friday 26 August at the intersection of Yorktown Road and Black Top Road, One Tree Hill.
Despite being only partially submerged in the puddle, the shark, believed to be a Port Jackson Shark, was still alive.
A member of Fauna Rescue SA attended and placed the shark in a container of water. Sadly, Fauna Rescue SA have advised us the shark has since died.
How the shark came to be in the puddle is still a mystery, however, police have ruled out the possibility of a Sharknado. It is believed the shark may have been caught earlier today and dumped, or was kept as a pet but was growing too large for its tank.
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“I actually attack the concept of happiness. I don’t mind people being happy – but the idea that everything we do is part of the pursuit of happiness seems to me a really dangerous idea and has led to a contemporary disease in Western society, which is fear of sadness. It’s a really odd thing that we’re now seeing people saying 'write down 3 things that made you happy today before you go to sleep', and 'cheer up' and 'happiness is our birthright' and so on. We’re kind of teaching our kids that happiness is the default position – it’s rubbish. Wholeness is what we ought to be striving for and part of that is sadness, disappointment, frustration, failure; all of those things which make us who we are. Happiness and victory and fulfillment are nice little things that also happen to us, but they don’t teach us much. Everyone says we grow through pain and then as soon as they experience pain they say 'Quick! Move on! Cheer up!'. I’d like just for a year to have a moratorium on the word 'happiness' and to replace it with the word 'wholeness'. Ask yourself 'is this contributing to my wholeness?' and if you’re having a bad day, it is.” – Hugh Mackay
I'm in a hotel room bathroom crying my eyes out on the floor. They are so puffy that I can barely see through them. Bill and I are in a really shitty place, I packed my bags and the kids up yesterday and left. I don't know if we will pull through this time, we just can't stop fighting. My heart is literally stomped on.
Then all of this happened with the Nic Naitinui business and I really didn't have the energy for it. I was advised that once it became national news I had to comment, I was asked for my comment from various media outlets and it couldn't have come at a worse time.
I'm sorry to all of the Queens that my opinion has offended.
I didn't think I was shaming her at all, I clearly stated that I don't believe she is racist at all, she has a beautiful son with a great hero. I just don't think we should paint our kids in blackface if it offends and hurts people.
Now I have never received so much abuse in my life. I am being called a cunt from her family, I have received death threats, I ban them and they start new accounts, they are relentless. I have been called every name under the sun, called a fake, told that I am too big for my boots over and over again.
I thought I had my anxiety under control but I feel like I can't breath.
The kids have seen me cry more then ever in the last 24 hours and I don't have my husband to remind me that it's all going to be ok.
I am so sorry that I have offended so many people, I never meant to. I was raised to be very culturally sensitive, taken to aboriginal rights protests and spending my holidays in the communities with family that were teachers, that is part of who I am.
Please stop sending me these horrible messages and writing these things on my wall, I am feeling really broken and alone right now and I don't have the strength for this.