Friday, August 18, 2017

Sexual Assault and Double Standards, and Why Studio 10 Made Excuses For it.

There was a contestant on our version of Survivor, who appeared on channel ten show, The Project, and spoke of how she had met co-host Tommy Little at one of his comedy gigs a few years back.

She laughed and joked like an idiot (in fact, she reminds me of an even dopier Amy Schumer) and the others urged her to tell her story then pissed themselves laughing at it.

Turns out, years ago she was dared by a friend to grab his crotch backstage at a gig.

He promptly called security and had her thrown out and blocked her on Facebook.

The next day on another channel ten show, Studio 10, they talked about the incident and whether it was a double standard. If it was a man grabbing a women’s crotch, would they all be laughing and thinking it’s okay. Donald Trump’s pussy comment was brought up.

Apparently it wouldn’t be, but you can laugh at a woman grabbing a man’s crotch because it is. The woman who was on talking about it made all kinds of excuses for Aimee and said it wasn’t a double standard in this case because of context.


1 - Tommy did not ask her to grab him.
2 - He did not encourage her to do it.
3 - He had security throw her out and 
4 - blocked her on Facebook.

The definition of sexual assault according to google is - 

Sexual assault is any type of sexual contact or behavior that occurs without the explicit consent of the recipient. Falling under the definition of sexual assault are sexual activities as forced sexual intercourse, forcible sodomy, child molestation, incest, fondling, and attempted rape.

So the moral of the story is…regardless of what sex you are, you DO NOT GRAB ANOTHER PERSON’S CROTCH.

Oh, and guess what they forget to mention in their haste to excuse her behaviour and not pass it off as assault...

The fact that we teach our children, that if a stranger touches your private parts, that it is wrong and to tell your parents because it is assault.

So…once we’re an adult it’s perfectly okay to grab someone’s privates and that if a woman does it it’s funny?

Anyone see the double standard, incredibly sexist and massively screwed up view of laws and society here?

Adults can’t grab a kid’s crotch, a man can’t grab a woman’s crotch, but it’s perfectly okay if a woman grabs a guy’s crotch?

So fucking not correct!

And no, it has NOTHING to do with her being ocker!

It’s wrong, plain and fucking simple because it’s called SEXUAL ASSAULT!

Friday, August 11, 2017

We've been down for a couple of days and it was all due to changing my domain url and hosting company.

This week’s blog post is coming to you late because oh wait, take a look in the search bar, I changed my domain’s url!

And my hosting company!

The last one was shitting me up the fucking wall. Not doing what I asked, ignoring me for days on end, leaving one of my websites down for a week and expecting Google to fix it because I’d added their G Suite records to the domain. As I said to them, fixing my website was not GOOGLE'S JOB. The bitch still left it down then allowed it to expire even though I had renewed it two weeks before.

I’d had a gutful and the week they left my website down, about a month ago now, I decided enough was enough and I went looking for a hosting company.

I googled for Australian hosting companies and came across a forum called Whirlpool where I found countless threads about changing hosts and which one was best. One kept coming up time and time again so I checked them, as well as three others. I also asked everyone on a Facebook author page I belong to.

I narrowed it down to four, then two, then one, all because they are active on their Facebook page.

My old hosting company was ignoring me and my tickets so Monday night I went ahead and signed up to the new company after countless emails back and forth.

Unfortunately, it was not, and has not been, smooth sailing, but I know it will be worth it in the end.


First, the package I was told would be perfect for me was not perfect after all and I had to cancel it and buy another package.

Then, several epp codes for domains weren’t working and I had to get my old company to update one. That took over a day. I had to spam them on other things to get them done.

The migration over was quite quick and easy and basically done in one day except for two domains.

Then came setting up the new domain url here for this blog. Wednesday night it was done and worked.

Thursday it had disappeared!

Friday I was told so many things my head spun and I was over it. But finally, it was all fixed again and I hope it stays that way.

The only thing left at this time is one last domain transfer that I can’t get registrant approval on. It’s going to, supposedly it’s the secret version of my email, but nothing is coming to me at this time, so I have no idea how long it will take or what will happen when I leave my old hosting company. I’m due to renew my hosting with them on the 17th but I won’t be.

Has the migration been painless?

Hell No.

Would I recommend this company?

Can’t say yet.

There has definitely been issues that weren’t being fixed fast enough due to the fact I dealt with way too many people and it wasn’t just me they concentrated on at the time. That’s been the main issue. Too many cooks in the kitchen. But I did manage to follow simple instructions on setting up three new wordpress websites, and getting a few other things done. Their dashboard is different to my old one but has the same areas.

I’ve been stressed all week, all month even, and now I have a stupid head and chest cough and stuffed nose AGAIN, all because this has been dragged out firstly, by the old company, and now by the new one.

If you’re a newbie to hosting, give them a go.

If you’re migrating, give them a go, but make sure you have plenty of time to do it, or know what you’re doing.

Which company?

Friday, August 4, 2017

My health is sucking so much and I'm suffering from HOMO not FOMO!

Last week I went and had a pelvic ultra sound to find out why I was in pain all the damn time. This week, I find out I’ve got a fibroid in my uterus. Just one more thing to add to the pile of jack shit in the fucked up city that is my life .

My hair has thinned by half over the last year, but had been thinning for about seven years before that. And I’m not just talking the hair on my head. My back and hip pain has flared, I cannot breathe, I cannot sleep, my knuckles are flaring up, swelling and cracking, I have multiple skin issues, a stupid back, my life is just getting shitter and shitter and no one gives a fuck.

I also had an eye test about two months ago because I haven’t had one for a while and it was time. I have floaties (little black cotton like things) which I knew, and found out the oily covering my eyes get are not from pollution, but something my eye was doing itself. He recommended glasses for reading so my vision was clearer, even though I technically didn’t need them.

My menstrual cycle has been stuffed since the late naughties. In fact, my menstrual cycle is so screwed that I’m have periods while taking the pill (basically a non-stop bloodfest that a vampire or zombie would love). That shit’s just not working anymore and I've been on three pills in three months to try and regulate it. My health has plummeted, my weight has been up and down, so has my pain. I have a ring of spider veins around both of my thighs that have popped up in the last few years and ache when I sit to work, and I have sections of them down my leg and around my ankles.

I'm only forty-fucking-three for fuck's sake!

I also found out this week that the female doctor we have currently been seeing is leaving, leaving us with no female doctor to go to. On top of that, our original doctor retired, and the gyno stopped coming to the clinic. So that means finding another gyno and another clinic.

It’s in times like this, health wise, that I melt into despair at the shit life I have. Yes, there are people worse off than me. But there are also people better off than me. Neither is living my life, and I am not living theirs. I am living mine and mine is shit. So be it, it’s no one else’s business.

I don’t suffer from fomo (fear of missing out), I suffer from homo (hatred of missing out). I HATE missing out on all the things I see other women doing. Partners, children, families, holidays, homes, life, laughter, no stress… I’ve missed out on all of that and I hate it because I’m the dumb bitch stuck caring for my narcissistic mother while my five siblings fuck around having lives.

I hate seeing what other women have on Instagram and Facebook, but then, a lot of it’s probably as fake as shit, just like their sponsored posts.

My life sucks and that’s all there is to it. It won’t change unless I win lotto or a RSL Art Union house or mum dies or goes into a nursing home. There is only so much I can do to change it right here and now, but considering my body is falling apart due to the fucked up stress I’m under, it won’t change. I’ve added to my stress by setting up another business, but that’s in name only and I’ll tell you about that in a few months.

We’ve had four different companies fuck us around since April and since I’m the one mainly dealing with them the burden’s on me. Then there’s the hospital fucking mum around with her breast screen tests AND she needs two new hips...

I’m fucking over it and want it all to end.

How's your health been?




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