It’s been a while since I have blogged, I guess I’ve hit a bloggers’ block, if such a thing exists.
I’m feeling very alone today. Very alone in this big big world full of people. I feel insignificant.
I think some of this feeling stems from the senseless murder yesterday of someone I knew, albeit for a brief amount of time. But in that brief amount of time, she touched my heart and we had an understanding of similar experiences that we’d been through.
So I’m not quite sure where all this is coming from exactly. I just need to say that I feel very lonely.
I know I’m not insignificant to Matthew and Joshua, my beautiful sons. They love and need me and I want to be here forever to help and guide them through life. All children need their mommies. And today a certain little 3 year old girl is an orphan. I’m very very sad today.
Rest in peace Catherine. My prayers go out to little Bella. My heart breaks for them both.
I’ve come to see that it’s apparently acceptable to make fun of abused women via sexist jokes.
Hey, I love jokes and sexist jokes are well entertaining. It’s the ones that involve making fun of physical abuse against women that really get my back up.
A colleague stood in the office kitchen this morning and told me about three different jokes about battered women. He was killing himself laughing. My reaction? I just looked at him and carried on with the business that I was doing there at that time. I truly don’t know why I always keep quiet.
I should have politely and tactfully told him off… but yeah I didn’t. I sorta just smiled and waved. Why though? One joke was : “What do you say to a woman with two black eyes? Nothing, she’s been told twice already”. Har har fuckety plonk.
I actually don’t know what else to say about this. I’m a bit too emotional about violence against women. I’ve seen women at the family violence courts, faces swollen and bleeding, squinting through their bruised swollen eyes at the Restraining Order paper that they are trying to complete to try and stop the bastard that did this to her, from doing it to her again. I’ll never forget seeing this. What was I doing at that place? Well, completing the same form.
I can imagine if I stand up to a man telling jokes about abused women, that I’d get the evil eyes from all standing around listening. That I’d be the party pooper or the stick in the mud. The one who can’t take a joke.
Would it be as funny if it happened to your sister or your daughter? Nah, I didn’t think so.