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On desire and being single again

If you've read all of my blog (which of course, all good blog visitors should ha! Especially one as a-prolific as this one!!) you'll know that just over a year ago I shuffled off this marital coil! (I feel I must attribute to Mr Shakespeare here, but you'll note it is not a verbatim quote!!) Thus it should not be surprising to learn that I've recently been making tentative forays into the 'dating' scene, one year seeming a respectable mourning period; sadly my first foray has ended in disaster. OK, that's probably overstating it a little..

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King, Obama, Wright and how quickly they forget

Those of us who have been following the American elections with interest for some time now will remember the infamous Rev Jeremiah Wright who's fiery sermons (edited to cause maximum television-viewer angst of course) almost cost Obama the Democratic Party nomination and the chance to run for US president. Having carefully selected Wright's most divisive statements, the media proceeded to play them ad nauseum for weeks, particularly - and no surprise here, on Fox. Not for their rhetorical value mind...

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Please … don’t call me ‘progressive’

have long felt a sickening in my stomach about the increasing use of the word 'progressive' to denote a person 'of the left' in political ideology. Whilst it is a term with its own unique history that can be clearly differentiated from the now seemingly abandoned term 'liberal', they appear to have been used interchangeably in discourse in recent years, with 'progressive' gaining far greater currency (though not without contest). Liberal has certainly become a much maligned term, especially by those to the right of the political spectrum who frequently pair it with other such useful descriptors as touchy-feely, lousy do-gooder, namby pamby, pinko, birkenstock wearing (a new term for me, hence the link), kumbaya-singing, elitist, bleeding heart ...

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On the Value of Whanaungatanga

You know I’ve been thinking … there is an unwritten rule (actually there’s many, but anyway) that when we suffer, we should suffer in private, in silence even, hiding in a corner somewhere licking our wounds; only emerging when we can put on a brave face, a ‘right’ face for the world. Yeah well, fuck that! There is great value in sharing our wounds, our heartaches, our suffering...

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