Canberra’s sunset a few days ago. We were driving, so it’s not perfect…
Hmm. This week wasn’t bad, but I’m going to say negative things! I’m so mad about a few things, but I also think talking about your boring, everyday, happy stuff isn’t very interesting!
But one thing: we thought my father had cancer. We found out on Wednesday (after surgery) that he doesn’t. 🙂
While everyone is going to be obsessing over if a certain baby will be called Diana, Frances, Gertrude or Brunhilda, can we please take a moment to remember Ruth Rendell, who died yesterday…
Before I get to my long rant, here’s another nice Canberra sunset picture. From last evening, just after I got home, and when I was still fuming about the thing I discuss below this.
The otherwise fantastic and friendly gastro pub on the lake in Canberra.
We went out for drinks and tapas yesterday afternoon, only to have a group of sour-faced Anglo-Australians from interstate sit next to us. I know with Ferguson and Baltimore Americans think “racism” means ONLY things against African Americans, but to sit there next to these awful British/(Anglo) Australian people making nonstop racist comments about Ukrainians… My mother was really upset. She has faced this in Australia her whole life, as have I, even from my father’s family – her in-laws.
I’m usually shy, but I marched over and I told them off, and then we left. How could I not?! And screw them. I don’t need racial attacks on my weekend!
I felt pretty embarrassed immediately afterwards, but I cannot regret it. It’s very upsetting hearing racial abuse in your own country! Another example of this is when my mother, and then I, walked out of a Christmas barbeque last year. My father’s sister started going on about how she was too scared to go on the school bus growing up, because there were “wogs” (a racist term for European immigrants) on board… Sometimes I REALLY hate Australians, and Saturday was one of those days.
How these people can blindly follow current fashions, which have stolen Ukrainian traditional designs for this season (just check out designers like Valentino), and then turn around and make derogatory comments about the culture they just appropriated…
I didn’t read that much this week, but I have been rereading the “Making Of” book about the 1995 Pride and Prejudice. I don’t totally, blindly love that version, but I do love the huge amount of research and dedication that went into it.
However, I’m not all that happy with my fiction reading at the moment. I know that when one book does well, publishers immediately say: ‘Give me carbon copies of this book, and that’s all we’ll publish for five years!’.
But you know what? I’m bored. I’m bored with wallpaper historical romances. The term “Navy SEAL” is now a joke. I don’t believe every small town in America (or Australia) is full of unbelievably sexy thirty-year-old men who just HATE “the city”. I’m just… bored.
I hope I can get out of this rut soon, but I think it’s the books that will have to change, not me.
Time for a lot of rereading of favourites! I’m already lining up my old paperbacks.
Or the episode where we wonder why everyone has stopped speaking Gaelic!