Téa Brennan's Stuff.
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  • April10th

    There are people in this world who float through life. They work in jobs without purpose, slaving away for their small patch of land with a box containing an eggplant feature wall. They go to work, and then spend their weekends sitting around, either painting said eggplant wall or cooking up different kinds of meat on a barbecue, talking about the weather, whingeing about their mortgage payments, their job, their kids… and never actively doing anything to change their lives.

    For these people, everything is someone else’s fault. The reason they didn’t get promoted is because of the [insert bigoted label here] getting “preferential treatment”. The reason their mortgage payments are high is because [insert any reason other than being overcommitted here]. The reason their kid is emotionally troubled is the ex’s, or the in-laws, or the teacher’s fault. The reason they can’t hold a meaningful friendship or relationship for more than a few months? Totally their fault.

    They learn only as much as they need to to get that promotion: not for learning’s sake, or to try and make sense of their lives – but to afford maybe a slightly different coloured feature wall – or maybe a deck. They don’t read the papers – hell these people don’t even know that Australia even has a Constitution let alone what is in it. Their main source of news is The 7PM Project, or if they are particularly retarded, Today Tonight.

    There are people in this world where the reason for everything is always someone else. If all government policy were dictated by these people, well… we’d live in a very different country. They are merely existing, doing nothing of note, for a stretch of approximately 80 years, they know deep down that their life is meaningless. But rather than actually admit it, they blame others. For everything.

    These are the people that Kevin Rudd’s current stance on Immigration aims to please. And it is disgusting.

    I once thought that Kevin Rudd was a good guy. He is an educated man. He knows right from wrong. He knows the difference between state and federal government (unlike the majority of Australian voters). He knows that what he is doing is inhumane, illogical and racist.

    And he does it anyway, for fear of retribution in an election year, because the bogan belt might not vote for him.

    Kevin Rudd could have made a stand. He could have turned around and called this exactly what it is: scapegoating and racist. he could have been a visionary Prime Minister that said “We declared war on Afghanistan, it is our responsibility to give refuge to its displaced citizens”. He could have stopped referring to them as “Asylum Seekers” and started calling it what it is: “locking up families in prison for an indefinite amount of time, who flee violence, in search of a better life”. He could have told people to be more empathetic, and whenever they see the word “boat people” or “asylum seeker”, insert “my friend”, “my father”, “my mother”, “my child”.

    He could have actually called it what it is.

    The Howard government’s behaviour in previous election years has left Kevin Rudd gunshy. I get it. But where is that Prime Minister that prioritised “Sorry”? Where is the Prime Minister that handled the Global Financial Crisis? Where is that Prime Minister that has made some pretty courageous policy decisions since being elected?

    George Orwell said: “In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.”

    Calling this what it is, an attempt by the Opposition to use old tricks – trying to appeal to the ugliest, ugliest side of the Australian electorate – would be an act of bravery on Rudd’s part. And yes, he may even be penalised for it. But you know, I would rather go down fighting for what’s right, than be known as the guy who locked up the most vulnerable people, for an indeterminate amount of time, in order to get myself re-elected by people who frankly, will turn over the next interest-rate-rise-they-don’t-understand anyway.

    Our leaders should be not judged by how they treat the privileged, unthinking, people who exist. They should be judged on on how our most vulnerable, most needy, most desperate people are treated. And most of all, they should be judged on how they behaved, even when they knew better.

    I am constantly disappointed by the people I meet, who blame others for their own problems. But I understand that it’s not their fault. They honestly don’t know any better. But I am doubly disappointed by Rudd, because I know he has the capacity to make hard, ethical, decisions. And instead, he chose the easy road. That’s unforgivable.

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  • March8th

    I have agonised all day, trying to think of an angle for a post for International Women’s Day. Helen Razer just rocked it’s socks off and I like to think that I can ride on those coat tails and take some credit… you know… seeing as I convinced her to start blogging again… and just utter an “EXACTLY WHAT SHE SAID” kind of thing. But unfortunately, I feel like I kind of need to add my unstructured thoughts into the pile in order to make sure that the day doesn’t pass without me saying something.

    Being a feminist permeates every facet of my existence. My feminist outlook on the world is so pervasive that, in many ways, it is like the air I breathe, in that I don’t really consciously think about it anymore. I also often make the mistake of assuming that every woman is a feminist.

    And I frequently forget that there are lots that aren’t. And as I ponder that thought for a moment, I realise that I truly don’t understand how you can be a woman and not be a feminist. I just don’t.

    Being a woman makes us inately disadvantaged in our society. Yes, it still does, and in many ways, the anti-feminist backlash, the pro-fashion, pro-consumer, “stay-at-home-by-choice”, anti-female-body movements are more destructive and pervasive than ever. Where Sex and the City is celebrated as an act of modern feminism… where weight loss products and diets and hair removal and plastic surgery are marketed in the name of “self improvement”… and buying Chanel handbags and Gucci sunglasses are not acts of mindless and repulsive consumerism but instead presented as a means of empowerment, so long as you use your own money (that is still 75% of a man’s wage, or from a lower paying, part time job).

    Don’t get me wrong when I say these things: I am not necessarily judging women who don’t really know any different, having grown up in a generation that truly believes that they are equal with men, and that the Spice Girls are their yardstick for the “girl power” movement. It truly isn’t anyone’s fault, because you know, we have come a very, very long way. Don’t get me wrong: I feel fortunate for being born in a time where anyone even gives a shit that I am writing about what feminism means to me.

    I also do not blame men. I have a husband who understands the inate privilege that white men in particular have in our society. Partially because I explained it to him, partially because he’s witnessed my career and the pressures of being a working mother. He understands the concept of privilege.

    We are all blind to our own privilege. Those things that we don’t think about because we just don’t experience prejudice or barriers because of it. I am white, University educated, first world, able bodied, heterosexual. With all of these things there are unspoken advantages. But I acknowledge it, and I always try to see that others who are not these things might have it tougher.

    As a woman in our society, I experience the world very differently to a man. Men don’t meet with clients and have those clients say “well, it keeps your brain busy whilst you have children, at least” when referring to my full time, family-supporting business. Men are generally not the first person called when your child is sick at daycare, interrupting your work day for the 4th time in a month. Men are generally not asked about their children or marital status in job interviews. Men are entrepeneurs and women are “mumpreneurs”. It’s being treated differently (often like a bloke at the pub) by a male sales assistant because you are older, or fatter, than the young blonde he just fell over himself to serve. It’s lots and lots of little things, every day, that tell me that the world has in many ways changed… and in many ways stayed the same.

    Trying to explain to a man that a woman is the default position in our society for childcare & housekeeping is hard, because they just don’t get it. This not only puts down women, but it also devalues a whole lot of men who are passionate, equal partners, or who stay at home with their kids. They say that they contribute, but noone expects them to do it and not complain about it. The default role for a woman is to have her body held up and judged: when walking down the street, when seeking medical care, when going to a job interview, when shopping, when blogging, after having a baby… you name it. Our bodies are public property.

    Our bodies are still matters of public policy when it comes to abortion. The churches are even worse when it comes to policing of women’s bodies. We still do not have adequate maternity leave or family friendly workplaces. We still have a culture of women hating each other and competing with each other over who has the latest Bugaboo pram (the Mommy version of the Chanel handbag), and harassing anyone who doesn’t parent the same way. It’s about the way I parent my children as equals, whilst trying to reject “Mommy” politics. It’s why I swear and don’t apologise for it. It’s why I refuse to fit into a mould of what a woman should be and say. It’s why I blog, it’s why I run a business, it’s how I think, how I view the world.

    It’s how I try to navigate the inbuilt assumptions that I am an extension of my husband and children, not a separate human being with goals. I am thankful that I am allowed to even have the goals in the first place, but we are kidding ourselves if we think that we have come even close to achieving true equality between men and women in this society.

    So for people like Germaine Greer, Betty Friedan, Edith Cowan, Eva Cox and my very own grandmother (who grew up in Catholic Ireland in the 30s in a convent, after her unmarried mother died)… all of you… thank you. Not only for the path you paved for us, but for continuing to live your lives so that women can eventually afford their very own botox injections on their very own credit cards. And for the few of us who still believe, for better or worse, that we can achieve anything if we work hard enough.

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  • January22nd

    I love my country. I also hate the people in it sometimes, mostly because I watch them bastardise and manipulate our traditional ideals of a fair go… and turn it into individualism, hatred and fear.

    I loathe those "Fuck off, we’re full" (aimed at Asian & Middle Eastern Migrants, and predominantly adorrned on the cars of people from the UK & their descendants – IRONY!) and the "don’t love it, then leave!" (firmly aimed at anyone who has an issue with racists, or other "bleeding heart" Policy experts) stickers. I loathe the use of the Southern Cross as a tattoo. I absolutely recoiled in disgust at the vision of Pauline Hanson (not our most racist, but certainly our most stupid politician ever) wrapped in our flag.

    Belle Taylor wrote this article today about reclaiming our flag, which is on the verge of being positioned in much the same nauseating way the American flag has been in the past. It is fast becoming a symbol of "like it or leave", "with us or against us" nationalism, which frankly, makes me sad.

    Because that’s not what it should be about.

    My love for my country is private. It is not a competition and it is most certainly not proven by gross displays like flags (made in Taiwan by exploited labour in the Asian nations the racist sentiments are aimed at… it makes me sick thinking about it.).

    I respect the flag that young men and women have died for (no matter how much I disagree with their fighting). When I sing our National Anthem, it actually mentions virtues such as tolerance, immigrants (in the second verse that these racist dumb fucks actually don’t bother to learn) and reward for hard work. You know, that whole nation-building stuff.

    My love for my country is not an all-or-nothing love. If you see someone you love making a huge mistake, you sometimes need to express it. In fact, if you love someone, it’s your obligation to tell them when they stink.

    Because you would always tell your best friend if they have B.O. because you would hope they’d do the same for you. THAT is how you love someone.

    Loving your nation is not about displays, or gimmicks, or drinking, or fireworks. It’s about working towards trying to make it a better place. And to make it a place where everyone wants to come because they know they’re welcome.

    The people who seem to contribute the least to this nation seem to be the ones that are the biggest culprits in flag-wearing. but it’s not enough. It’s just an excuse to act like a racist buffoon, get drunk, and harass the "do-gooders" who actually find your behaviour disgusting.

    So yes, in part, it’s about taking our flag back. But it’s also about the "do-gooders" standing up, saying "NO MORE" and actually saying that tolerance, hard work, and welcoming those people without the luxuries that we have every single day is the gold-standard.

    It’s about acknwoledging our Nations woeful mistakes (starting with acknowledgement that our Indigenous folk don’t like Australia Day) as well as our spectacular achievements. It’s about reflection, acknowledgement and yes celebration.

    It is not Lemon Ruskis and a spa on the foreshore whilst wearing an Australian flag bikini.

    And it’s about people finally saying "enough is enough" and egging the cars with those fucking stickers on them and calling people on it. It’s the only way to go.

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  • October13th

    I have been watching the global economic crisis unfold both here and in the world market, and I must say, the events of the past 2 weeks are really not a big surprise to anyone who has been paying attention.

    Today, the Rudd government announced more injections into the economy, to try and boost consumer confidence, by giving pensioners and families one-off bonuses. Last week, he also guaranteed all bank deposits, and has committed to additional government spending. I am supportive of all of this, as it will allow us to (temporarily!) weather the international storm.

    But Rudd has made one huge mistake, which I think may actually be a nail in the coffin for the Australian economy and for consumer confidence. He has increased the First Homebuyers grant from $7000 to $14,000 (or $21,000 if you build). This has disaster written all over it. The original $7000 (and $14,000 for a little while if you built) put massive inflationary pressures not only on established housing in older suburbs, but on the crappy estate housing as well.

    The average mortgage payment for us, if we were to enter the market right now, would be at least $1000 per week. This doesn’t include rates, or anything other than just the mortgage. We earn well over $100,000 a year and we still would find it extremely difficult to make those sorts of payments. And that is for the crappiest houses in the crappiest suburbs. We are better off than the great majority of people in Perth, and yet we sure as hell can’t afford a house! So I wonder how successful any attempt to get people to enter the market now is going to be. It’s going to seriously hurt middle and low income families.

    Housing in Perth is ridiculously and artificially overpriced. Those that jump on the $21,000 grant are most at risk, because they are buying when the market is at a premium, and building in those shitty estates that are most vulnerable when the housing market shifts. Those in the $14,000 bonus gap can potentially do OK, but a lot of housing is currently overvalued and WILL DROP. Prices have already dropped by around $50k in many suburbs, and it is on a downward spiral.

    Rudd has effectively made a cataclysmic mistake in trying to put people into inflated mortgages. It will come unstuck. They WILL foreclose on their houses, and it will be the same downward spiral that was inevitable anyway, just with a whole lot more casualties.

    What are we going to do? Right now, every single cent we earn is going into paying off credit card and personal loan debt, and then saving the rest in term deposits. We will strike when the market collapses, and be in a good position to get finance because people like us will be hard to find in a year. The money I get from the government for the kids and the baby bonus will all be put into savings, not spent at Toys R Us at Christmas. And eventually, even though we will have to rent for maybe another year or two, we will then buy a house at a reasonable price, with a comfortable life.

    As lovely as it would be to buy a house (we have considered it at various points throughout the last 5 years and have had opportunities), I think anyone who enters into a mortgage right now is either extremely stupid, or extremely brave. I hope for many people’s sake that people realise how damaging this grant could be (doubt it… estate bogans I am looking at you), but it is going to be very, very tough to recover if, and when the housing market collapses and you are left with a mortgage that is nearly double the actual value of your house.

    This is a very real possibility, and I hope that the government rethink the grant. It was the original grant that fucked everyone up in the first place.

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  • August16th

    I have been watching the Olympic coverage in dribs and drabs (mostly because Channel 7′s coverage is, well, SHIT), but I have been reading fair amounts of news coverage of the events. Anyway, this incredibly sexist article caught my eye, and I thought to myself "Jesus Christ, what a pig", and left it at that, fully intending to blog about it, but, like always, neglecting to. :)

    Anyway, I was reading one of my favourite blogs, and Kate Harding summed up pretty much exactly what I was thinking when I read this article, so I might just be lazy and link to it… fuckit, we’re in the midle of an election and my attention span is all of about 2 minutes right now!

    It is, apparently, all about the Boobies.

    I think that these comments really sum up why I am a feminist. I am a feminist, because no matter what I accomplish, no matter what I achieve, no matter how successful I am, I am acutely aware that it is my body, my face, and my boobs that are my true measures of success.

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  • October16th

    I committed to posting for Blog Action Day, so here goes!

    I actually had quite a hard time thinking about something to write. So instead I will write a few paragraphs on a couple of things.

    Observation 1. The Greens.

    As many of my long time readers will know, I have spent a good part of my formative years as an activist, as a policy officer, and have tried to find a way to use my life to make an impact on other people. I have to admit, though, that in the past 2 years, I have become so jaded and unmoved by anything remotely political, that I am embarrassed to say, has turned into apathy.

    There were a couple of reasons for this, but the main reason I became disinterested in Politics and activism was because I got burned out by political parties. I would love to sit here, all airy fairy and say “VOTE GREEN” ( I happen to know the Greens’ Senate Candidate and he is a wonderful, committed and intelligent guy who deserves to win), but I cannot in good conscience encourage anyone to elect a party that never actually gets anything done.

    I joined the Greens in the wave of the “NO WAR!” Campaign. I never thought I would join another political party, but somehow I found myself inspired by the movement and became active in the party pretty quickly. I even had a stint as Policy Convenor. I made some amazing friends, too. But the party itself is dysfunctional, allowing for continual meeting hijacking, backbiting, temper tantrums and gossip. What I found intolerable about the party was that the party’s dysfunction was the elephant in the room — that stood there whilst people grinned through their teeth at each other, then went off and did their own thing (like the very immature dumping of manure outside a Minister’s pavement).

    I guess with a pending election, I have a dilemma about how to vote. I genuinely adore the candidate, but the candidate represents the party. When I resigned from the Greens, I swore that I could not in good conscience vote for a party that would wilfully ignore such dysfunction and allow hissy fits and other toddler-like behaviour to continue… but… the candidate is someone I respect. What would you do?

    Observation 2. A White American man says it, and everyone listens

    Has David Suzuki ever won a Nobel Peace Prize? I ask this question not because I necessarily dislike Al Gore, but because I did find it surprising that he took a Nobel Peace Prize for his efforts against global warming.

    David Suzuki has been a tireless campaigner for environmental activism, and has been seen at the forefront of just about every climate change campaign there is. Yet, he has not been honoured with a Nobel Prize (it’s worth noting that in some years, they don’t even give them out!).

    I understand that its not about who said it first and often, who said it the loudest, but I certainly find it interesting that Al Gore, with the backing of Hollywood, speaks, and everyone is suddenly listening. He’s not to blame, but I think it is symptomatic of a society that accepts the opinions of a rich white man, and a handful of Hollywood celebrities, over a distinguished and widely respected environmental scientist who has been talking about global warming since the 70′s.

    It is great to see people becoming more globally aware, but I do wonder if it is out of a sense of fashion, rather than a genuine concern for the world around us, that motivates people. I just hope it doesn’t go out of fashion before it’s too late.

    3. Environmentally friendly design

    Not long ago Justine Ungaro shared a link with me called Blackle and I have been using it as my Google homepage. I have been thinking about carbon-neitralising my business — after all, as a self employed person I am in a unique position to actually enforce changes.

    Freelance Switch has a great post on how Designers can be more environmentally friendly, and I plan on implementing quite a few of those. I also plan on riding with Mina to school in the mornings rather than drive. I am also going to go from eating less meat to cutting it out altogether (I eat meat once a fortnight at the moment max, but I see no reason why I can’t just cut it out).

    So, there you have it. I cobbled together soething for Blog Action Day. Not brilliant, but hey… I did it.

    :)

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  • August27th

    Lisa appeared on Fox & Friends last night (morning NY time), and they needed some video for the segment. Well, guess who the keeper of all things Lisa is? Me :)

    So I provided the Fox network with footage, and even sat and watched 2 hours of the show to see Lisa on it (and to see my video…yes… I am a narcissist).

    I even laughed a little.

    I feel so dirty.

    :)

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