clauds-bloop-deactivated2014090 said: I have friends in Australia, and to my knowledge, Tony Abbott only cut 54 million dollars from the Indigenous community because the Labor government spent so much money in the previous eight years. You (and everyone around you) will be paying off the 30 billion dollar debt for the rest of your lives. So will your children. And their children. Do you still want that 54 million dollars? If so, you have not been listening.


Your Australian friends must be such remarkably good sources on economics. So much so that their figures are out by nearly half a billion dollars.

Here’s some real sources for you: 

The cuts to Indigenous spending is one of the largest cuts in the entire budget. What is not being cut is the $4.5 billion in subsidies the mining industries get. In fact, they’re getting even more allocated to them with this budget. The money is being taken from the least privileged among us and given to the most.  

See, certain portions (predominantly Murdoch owned) of the media have been spinning this story for so long that Labor spent all our money and we have a ‘budget emergency’, and a lot of Australians believe it. I mean, if it’s in the paper every day how could it not be true?

What’s the real story?

First, that there is none. Australia has one of the strongest economies in the world right now:

  • Our national debt is lower than any analogous country
  • Our net government debt is 12.1%, compared to 74.7% average of other advanced economies
  • We have an AAA credit rating from all three credit rating agencies (one of only 10 countries in the entire world) 
  • Labor blew out our debt in order to stimulate our economy during the GFC, an act widely recognised by world-leading economists as saving us from going into recession
  • Between 2011-12 and 2012-13 [Labor’s term] the budget deficit fell from 1.7% to 1.2% of GDP — the largest year-to-year drop ever. 
  • The Liberal Government has doubled the budget deficit in their own modelling by making changes to spending  and by changing the assumptions in the model

The Liberal Government is cutting the Carbon Pricing ($7.6 billion a year) and the Mining Tax (22.5% of annual profits). The former charges the biggest polluting businesses for the carbon pollution they emit as a means of encouraging them to lower their emissions. The former is a tax on the multi-billion dollar mining companies for profiting off resources that they do not own. An industry that has actively displaced many Australians from their land, but most notably Indigenous persons. An industry that has invested millions of dollars in horrendous racist advertising and campaigns to effectively destroy Indigenous Australian Land Rights movements. 

By removing those taxes and at the same time introducing new random spending measures (e.g. the parental leave scheme), it’s leaving an approx $50 billion dollar hole in the budget. A hole they are filling by taking it from the most vulnerable demographics: Indigenous, young, poor, sick and uneducated. The last 4 categories all being those than Indigenous people are more likely to belong to than white Australians.

And all this while it is currently costing us $400,000 a year per person to keep asylum seekers in offshore detention. While drastically cutting our spending on foreign aid, our inhumane treatment of people fleeing their countries to seek refuge here is adding about $10b to the budget.

The only ‘emergency’ is that we have failed to profit long term from the mining boom. We have failed to legislate on carbon pollution and have pandered to the interests of the carbon-intensive industries. Something else that is going to cost us dearly long-term. We have not only failed to invest in renewables, but this budget is also slicing the existing funding for that as well. The irony being that investment in lowering carbon output and investing in renewable energy and the creation of the necessary infrastructure is widely recognised by leading economists (e.g., Michael Molitor) as one of the best ways to create jobs and stimulate an economy. 

And lastly, to answer your question despite it being based on a false premise: yes. Yes I do want that 54 million, and the rest of it. I will gladly pay high taxes for the rest of my life to see that money being invested into the Indigenous communities [and the environment as well]. Don’t ever ever tell me that any government spent too much on Indigenous communities. When Australia is the worst of any developed country for Indigenous health according to the World Health Organisation, we are clearly not doing even close to enough. 


A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.

Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)

When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.

Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.

Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.

Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.

Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.


— 'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via albinwonderland)

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Why Conchita Wurst is important


I consider myself a fairly liberal person. I’m fairly educated in different gender identities and expressions, the differences between sex and gender and the wide range of sexual, romantic and expressions available to people. Most of this stuff is pretty private but it’s important for us not to be secretive about it. Humans are curious and it’s always important to ask questions if you don’t understand. And so when I didn’t understand this beautiful and bearded woman, I looked for answers.

Conchita Wurst is an amazing person. She won the 2014 Eurovision song contest with Rise like a phoenix.

Conchita made her name as the most popular Austrian drag queen. Born as Tom Neuwirth, she adopted the name Conchita Wurst as her stage name.

I don’t think Conchita is a transperson. A transwoman is a woman who was born as a male. A transman is a man who was born as a female. Conchita is a person whose gender expression sits in the healthy middle between male and female (her name is a good indication of this combination: Conchita meaning vagina in Spanish and Wurst meaning sausage in German). She (Conchita prefers female pronouns) is both masculine (with her glorious shaped beard and arms that could carry me up stairs) and feminine (her face and hair are just so beautiful and smooth and her amazing dresses put most red carpet goers to shame. Oh! And her legs! Mazing!).

Conchita is important to everyone. Not just for the gender-fluid population who (as far as I’m aware) have never had someone in the spotlight before. But for everyone in the LGBT+ community. It’s always a win with representation.

Conchita is important to me (as a straight white ciswoman) because it drove me to make a decision. It’s pretty easy to call someone out on their racism, or sexism, or homophobia. But I’d never had the opportunity to call someone out of their bigotry when it came to someone like Conchita; that is, until she won Eurovision.

I was shocked and appalled at someone’s comments on my facebook wall that “It should be hit in the face with a baseball bat”. I was furious. Literally shaking with anger. But I had a choice, do I ignore it (after all it wasn’t on MY link) or do I say something, knowing that I’m not going to change any small-town minds and that it may result in anger towards me. I decided and commented, simply: “That’s an inappropriate and completely disgusting thing to say”. It ended how I knew it would, with me continuing to be angry and the bigots continuing to be bigoted (I can’t believe that some people still think the term “shim” is appropriate. It’s the fucking twenty-first century). Now I didn’t change anything. Not that I know anyway. But as a woman with so much privilege (and especially from the safety of my own computer), it’s my DUTY to call out bigotry when I see it. It may not change anything – but I don’t know that before I try. If I stay silent, then nothing will change.

So Conchita taught me that I should never be silent because I believe in a future of peace and freedom and we should be united today.

I want to make it perfectly clear that although I researched a lot for this article: If I am transphobic or I miss-gender someone then I am deeply apologetic. 

Find Yo-Self

Everyone I know is trying to “find themselves”.

Teenagers, try on stereotypes like different types of shoes: jock, scene, goth, muso, freak, geek, stoner

University students try on sexualities like lipstick, applying labels when necessary, but removing them before they go to sleep.

Travellers who hop from country to country, from culture to culture, never actually experiencing it but instead making sure that the best photo is uploaded to Instagram

This freedom to pick and choose one’s identity is freeing. I wake up in the morning and decide if I want to look like a professional or if I want to look like a student who is still high and drunk or both from the night before.

I’ve travelled, I’ve studied, and I’ve made out with boys and girls.

None of these experiences helped me “find” who I was.

Because, honestly, who the fuck cares who I am.

It’s not my job to find out. I do not write my own eulogy.

If I spend too much time in my head, I’m going to lose more than ‘myself’, I’m going to lose grasp on reality.

Here’s the dirty little secret: The world isn’t about me.

Hell, my life isn’t about me. I need to be happy, sure.

But if I spend more time recording my experiences than experiencing them; how is that good?

I have a friend who spends an hour a day recording her day in a journal. Just incase someone wants to research her life when she dies.

I know exactly how that biography will go: “Bitch spent thirty thousand hours of her life writing in a book…. Read that, but good luck, coz it’s boring as shit.”

Biographies on great people are great because they lived their lives for them and for their loved ones and someone found it interestingly enough to write about it later on.

And it’s not about returning to a world before technology; that isn’t the point. Take a fucking photo of the Great Wall of China if you want, but don’t use it as an example of “finding yourself”. Bitch, you didn’t find yourself, you found a wall.

Don’t make out with the hot girl at the party because you want to prove to yourself and your friends that you don’t label your sexuality and you can do what you want. Make out with the hot girl at the party because she’s hot and her lips last like strawberries and her fingers touch your skin lighter than a man does.

Stop doing things for the sake of just doing them.

Rip up that mother-fucking bucket list.

Don’t travel to India because of Eat, Pray, Love – travel to India because it’s amazing.

Don’t skydive so you look edgy – skydive because of the adrenalin and to experience the feeling of falling that you’ve only previously felt when you wake up from a dream.

The problem with “finding yourself”, is that you’re looking for yourself. When will we realise that we’re not lost.

You’re the vegemite in the fridge. The keys in your pocket. The glasses on your face.

You’re already there, so stop looking.


Tony Abbott, Australia’s Prime Minister and self-appointed minister of women’s affairs, winks at a radio DJ after Gloria, a 67-year-old pensioner, tells him that she has to work as a telephone sex worker to make enough money to pay for her medical expenses. 

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Open Letter to John Green


Dear Mr Green,

It seems odd to write to you like this after all this time, particularly since I’m not a die-hard fan girl of your novels. But I wanted to congratulate you and express my admiration for you and your work.

I’ve loved your work for a long time, but I’d never read one of your novels until now. Mostly, I love your vlogs with your brother and your infrequent but highly appreciated rants on tumblr.

How did I come to read your novel “An Abundance of Katherines” after all this time? Well, sit down John (can I call you John? It seems overly familiar but I think I’ll take the chance), because I’m about to tell you a story.

My best friend moved to Melbourne a few months ago to live with his wonderful girlfriend and I decided to spend a few hundred dollars and fly down to visit him. I arrive at Sydney airport (after a 4 hour train ride) and realise that in my rush to pack four different types of skirts, that I’d forgotten a book. Now, as an avid reader, I never leave home without a book – never. Sometimes I have a e-book, but most of the time I have a paper copy (not because I hate technology or anything, or because I need to feel a book in my hand so I can smell the paper, but because I’m super good at stepping and crushing my kindles and that makes me really sad). So at the airport bookshop (which as we know makes sure to stock all the classics), I make my selection. All your novels were there, and after closing my eyes and pointing, I purchased “An Abundance of Katherines”.

Today, three days after I purchased your book, I had a four hour plane delay. Yay! So I sat in an airport café and finished it.

And wow. I know people have told you this before, but that was one amazing book.

After some consideration, I worked out what it is that made it interesting and compelling.

Your characters are compelling – but you know that. They’re flushed out characters with multiple dimensions and no where am I seeing the “manic-pixie girl” trope that you’re criticized for (by people who haven’t actually read your books).

Your stories are driven by action and thought and a powerful urge to “see what happens next”. But of course, as a writer, you know how to write good stories. That in itself I find amazing. I’m a writer, currently in the middle of my first novel; but I can’t seem to move from one plot point to the other with ease. Don’t worry though, I’m working on it.

But what makes your novel brilliant is the simplicity of your writing. It’s easy to read and it’s comfortable. I didn’t have to think too hard (although I learnt a lot!) and I moved through the pages like I was swimming through a calm lake. 

My favourite authors are not easy to read: Katherine Mansfield, F.S. Fitzgerald (an asshat), E. Hemmingway (a drunk asshat), the Bronte sisters and Patrick White (an Australian author – if you haven’t read “The Twyborn Affair” than you should). These books take effort out of me, like my foot has been caught in rocks and I’m struggling not to drown in their lyrical words. And these writers are GREAT writers. They’re the Greats – well, at least my Greats.

Your writing reminds me a lot of J.K.Rowling. Words aren’t chosen because they sound beautiful as they roll off your tongue, but because they’re the best word for the sentence. Both you and Rowling are unfairly criticized for your writing – and I think it’s because people don’t understand how fugging hard it is to pick the simple words and turn them into a beautiful and purposeful sentence. Please don’t misunderstand me, I don’t mean to imply that your writing is simple, I just want to express how pleasing your writing is to read because I don’t have to recite words out loud to realise their power and purpose (or to realise what fugging word it is).

A while ago, in response to a very rude tumblr question, you mentioned that you’re not a great writer; and you’re not.

You are a BRILLIANT writer and I wish I’d starting reading your books sooner.

Much love


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Tony Abbott has something in his eye

I am so disgusted at the behaviour of Tony Abbott. Seriously, he’s the Prime Minister of Australia and the (self-appointed) Minister of Women and he should know better. 

Under no circumstances should he have winked at the radio show host during any call from the (supporting and loving) public. But to wink and smile during a emotional call by Gloria, a 65 year old pensioner, who must work at a sex hotline to survive, is inexcusable. 

He is a slimy creep who has displayed history of misogynist behaviour and a general ‘i hate the public’ vibe. 

The budget doesn’t worry me personally yet. But I understand how it worries a lot of Australians. Given the backlash of the 2014 budget, I don’t think it will be passed unscathed in the parliament. The Greens and Labor are going to stop most of it, so the bits of the budget that do pass are what we should worry about.

But the most important factors is that the backlash from the public proves that the only way Tony Abbott and the Liberals will be reelected is if they are indeed participants in the Hunger Games and plan on killing off the rival competitors and taking Australia by force in a utilitarian dictatorship.