I am constantly surprised by the European response to the current plight of the Syrian refugees. Why are people so eager to help these people? And why does Australia receive such intense hatred for its zero tolerance policy on boat people?
I may be sounding a touch cruel with my feelings on this matter, but let us look at this from a different perspective. I have absolutely no problem whatsoever with aiding those seeking asylum. My issue lies within the method they choose to find a ‘Safe Haven’. Syrian refugees have fled, uncontrolled and without documentation, across 5 borders and past nearly a dozen other countries to reach Hungary. What was wrong with any of these places? Why not stop moving after reaching Turkey? Continue reading “TRAINS, PLANES, & AUTOMOBILES… AND BOATS”
With nothing else in life is it possible to both simultaneously love and hate with equal servings of passion, as being a parent. And when I say hate being a parent, I mean hate your own child. Don’t get me wrong – I love my daughter with every element of my being… but my god she can be a right c*nt sometimes. Nothing anyone ever says can quite prepare you for the torment and torrent of emotions that is parenting. Continue reading “PARENTHOOD; THE UGLY TRUTH”
Following the somewhat vulgar display of aggression from the anti-conservative movement in the UK, the nurses have once again managed to make it all about themselves. I find it hard to comprehend why the British media give them so much air time.
Their plight is one of pay… Isn’t it always? Yet again, they are gripped with fury over their meager 1% pay rise – which, don’t get me wrong, is not even remotely representative of inflation. What I fail to align with, however, is what makes nurses unique? Because, let’s be honest – nobody else is getting a cost of living increase. Continue reading “WON’T SOMEBODY THINK OF THE NURSES?!”
Such an innocuous question, Where Are You From, but yet one that can be loaded with malice. I’m white and from the UK. Being asked where I am from when overseas is not usually a big deal and is often met with some remark regarding a World Cup event (I am far from sport orientated so usually smile and nod). My wife is also from the UK, but her parents are not, and so the standard response of “I’m from the UK” is not usually enough to satisfy the curiosity of the interrogator.
This question comes in many forms depending on the country you are in. We live now in Perth, WA – and Australians, as with Americans, are often interested to meet someone from the UK. For my wife (who has a British accent that would rival most Toffs) the colour of her skin could not be further from their minds – They are just wooed by the lyrical intonations of her voice. Continue reading “WHERE ARE YOU FROM?”
I have a dirty secret… I have Dyslexia. Why does this bother me? Because I don’t believe dyslexia exists. All it means is I have to try a bit harder, put in a bit more effort and tailor my career path.
If I had come forward and confessed this when I started university, I would have been provided with a brand new Macbook and iPhone to make my studying “easier”. Who pays for these freebies? The tax payer. I guess the thing that bites the most, is that studying architecture somewhat necessitates having a laptop. It’s a pre-requisite. So why should someone with dyslexia skirt around the $2000 everyone else has to spend? Continue reading “DYSLEXIA… AKA THE STUPID DISEASE”
This week, the Australian Government took a bold step in combating the damage caused by parents who refuse to vaccinate their offspring. Against much protest, they intend to withhold child support from families if they refuse to immunise on the grounds of conscientious objection. It still amazes me that in this day, people can blindly refuse to protect their children. What is in fact most selfish is the harm they will cause to others by not doing so.
There are of course, acceptable reasons for refusing vaccinations; religious belief, and medical grounds. Having a vaccination does not guarantee 100% protection from the disease, but rather works on the premise of protecting of the population aka Herd Immunity. By achieving a large enough percentage of cover it prevents the rapid large scale spreads seen previously and offers protects those who are medically unable to receive immunisation (such as children receiving chemotherapy) by increasing the degrees of separation.
Continue reading “ANTI-VAXXERS”
Everything requires a password. That’s not a bad thing – but what doesn’t help is the lack of consistency between specifications. Some require more than 10 letters, others won’t accept punctuation or repetition of numbers/letters. This complex mix of capitals, numbers and punctuation leads only to one thing – confusion. I have tried as far as reasonably possibly to standardise my passwords. I have one overarching super strong one for my email account, a simplified version for everything else, and a basic one for the annoying sites with extreme limitations on permitted characters. Continue reading “PASSWORDS”
I have driven in S.E. Asia, Europe and Central America… but without a doubt, Perth has by far the worst drivers. Let me summarise; Continue reading “Road Rage”
I love the ocean. I enjoy sailing in it, surfing in it, and diving in it, but despite this, I just can’t bring myself to venture further than waist deep into the West Australian Indian Ocean. Why? Because I am petrified of sharks. I don’t mind diving with them – where I have at least a chance of seeing them come and can breathe under water, but what I don’t like, is sitting on the surface whilst a shark rears up from underneath and slices me in half. Continue reading “I’LL TAKE MY CHANCES WITH THE COW”
Who are you? Seriously? Do I even know you? Why are you trying to add me on Facebook?
What would make this whole experience less painful is if Facebook were to amend its restrictions on profile viewing. I understand the need for privacy settings, obviously I don’t want complete strangers being able to view my entire world – but surely if you are adding me then you clearly believe we are friends. So, on that basis, I should be allowed to view your profile in its entirety before deciding if I want to accept your extension of friendship? The whole friend thing can be quite a stress inducing ordeal. At what point does it become acceptable to send a Friend Invite. Do we have to spend a certain amount of time together? Is a single interaction at a 3rd party event enough grounds to add you to my inner circle? In someways the whole thing is quite stalker-esque. I can understand that for 10% of your connections, it presents a useful way of keeping in touch, and what with the ever shrinking world, a way to keep up to date with your close friends life changing experiences on the other side of the world. But let’s be honest – beyond that, it’s a method by which we can judge others and engorge our own egos, perv on bikini photos and laugh at people who have ballooned since high school.
Continue reading “SOCIAL MEDIA”