Singing our song

Women in Australia, and all throughout the world have been chortling with glee today, delighting in every word of Julia Gillard’s truly wonderful speech calling Tony Abbott out on his appalling misogyny.

For nearly three years now, Abbott has used the most sexist epithets against Gillard, and against women. He has tolerated the use of words such as bitch, witch, “that woman”, allowed his supporters to use vile language against her, told Australian women that they ought to get back to doing the ironing, that they just don’t have what it takes to be a leader.

Gillard has simply taken it all. She has had to. We know what happens to women who dare to fight back. They are simply subjected to a further round of abuse, derided as shrill harridans who can’t take a joke. Abuse, followed by dismissal. She simply could not afford to fight back. She had to (pretend to) ignore it all.

How demoralising that has been all of us. When Gillard took power, my daughter and her friends raced around the oval (playground) at their school, thrilled that a woman had become prime minister. It was a tremendous moment of liberation for them. They could aspire to anything!

And then they watched. And I watched and other women watched, as Julia Gillard was attacked for the sin of being a woman. Each time my daughters watched, and each time I watched, and each time women in Australia watched, we learned the lesson that to be a woman in a public role is to invite abuse, for the crime of being a woman in public.

Finally, Gillard hit back. Hard. In a forum where her chief tormentor was forced to sit and listen. Just for once, a woman could tell a man exactly what she thought of his despicable beahviour, and he couldn’t simply walk away. At last, he was being held to account for his misogyny.

Didn’t he hate it?

It gets so wearying, day in day out, watching and listening to women in power being derided simply for being. So often we just shut the rhetoric out, try to let it not get to us. But it is so very, very tiring.

And this is why women everywhere are cheering for Gillard. Just for once, a woman has had a chance to tell it like it really is, and the bloke has had to sit and listen. And be held responsible for the hate he has been spewing.

Today has been a good day.

Should you not have watched the speech yet, make yourself a cup of coffee, or pour yourself a glass of wine, and take 15 minutes to enjoy it.

Julia Gillard’s speech in the Australian House of Representatives, calling Tony Abbott out as a misogynist.

Or you can read a transcript: transcript of Julia Gillard’s speech on the Sydney Morning Herald site. But seriously, if you have time, watch it.

Mum, you will *love* this. And so will you, my beautiful daughter, who was so pleased when Gillard became Prime Minister.

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Christopher Pearson writes parody!

The Australian fancies itself as a serious newspaper, full of weighty opinion and analysis, as befits an organ that aspires to be the paper of record. But clearly they’re rethinking that policy, because they’ve allowed the usually sententious and portentous Christopher Pearson write a parody piece in lieu of his normal column. At least, I think it must be parody, because I can not see how anyone would ever offer this as a serious argument against gay marriage.

Among the reasons the Greens are so keen on same-sex marriage is that they want to reduce the population and drive down national fertility. Their refusal to discriminate positively in favour of heterosexuality and uphold the distinctive value of normal marriage shows their political project yet again for what it is: a dead end.

That faint rumbling and rattling you can hear is the entire nation rolling around on the floor and laughing. At Pearson, not with him.

Umm…. how about the idea that the Greens might support gay marriage as a matter of justice, and a commitment to equality for all citizens.

It’s not the only bizarre argument Pearson comes up with. He’s got a little bit of dubious evolutionary sociology, in the tired old story about monogamy being something women want but not men, so men need to be forced into it.

Men and women tend to have different needs and priorities when they enter a mature sexual relationship.

Most men are not naturally disposed to be monogamous, for example. One of the purposes of marriage is to bind them to their spouses and children for the long haul and to give the state’s approval to those who enter such a contract and abide by its terms.

Clearly, all those gay men who aren’t allowed to get married will race out and form heterosexual unions instead.

There’s this little beauty.

Another of the purposes of marriage is to affirm that parenthood is a big, and in most cases the primary, contribution a couple can make, both to their own fulfilment and the public good.

It’s your duty to get married, for the public good, you understand. Pearson doesn’t say why it’s okay to require this duty on the one hand, but prevent some people from fulfilling it on the other. For the life of me, I can’t reconcile the two imperatives.

And he’s got some complete non sequiturs.

They are often unapologetically tribal in outlook and their best hopes are often invested in their children.

Most parents on low wages routinely make sacrifices on their kids’ behalf in ways middle-class couples seldom do these days. There is also still something self-sacrificial among many of them on marriage: the notion that it’s hard work much of the time but worth the effort.

That’s right. All you middle class parents are just faffing your way through marriage and parenting, and you have no idea, NO IDEA, I tell you, of the proper way to parent, because if only you did, then you too would oppose gay marriage.


Along the way he gets in some digs about contraception and abortion, and quotes American bishops (presumably Catholic) as an authority. Frankly, I don’t see how American bishops can be an authority about anything whatsoever to do with sexual morality, and relationships, until they stop protecting the pedophiles in their midst, and the fact that Pearson cites them shows only the bankruptcy of his thinking.

About the only solid point that Pearson makes is that many traditional voters in Labor-held marginal seats don’t like gay marriage, and he applauds Julia Gillard for recognising this. What he has missed however is something reported in his own newspaper. Even though more traditional and working class voters might not support gay marriage, it’s not a vote changer. But that was reported yesterday… perhaps Pearson simply couldn’t keep the thought in his head for long enough.

Click through to read the entire piece, which is amusingly titled: gay marriage demands should be left on shelf

Geddit? Geddit?


I feel so ashamed.

Protestors holding sign saying, "No to refugees."

Detention centre debate begins

We live in one of the richest nations in the world, and we cannot even behave with minimal decency to children whose parents have made a desperate journey to come here. Some people there wanted to offer welcome and support to these people, but most people wanted to have nothing to do with them, and certainly didn’t want to have them in their own comfortable community.

I wonder how many of these people go to church on Sunday, or send their children to church schools, where they claim to teach Christian compassion?

Update: Grog’s Gamut has an excellent post – The triumph over power, prejudice and bigotry…

To be honest, I doubt the 500 people who attended the meeting reflect the real view of most people who live in the hills. My suspicion is more than a few of those who attended the meeting don’t even live in Woodside. If Jamie Briggs wants them to be his supporters, then go for it – but he can then forego any crud about him being “a moderate”. My view is that the real majority of the residents is voiced by people such as Kim Galdigau who “said the Christian church community in the area wanted to know what it could do to help”.

The world isn't ending

My local paper is urging the independents and the big parties to make quick decisions, to get on with working out who is going to run the country. It’s a meme that’s being repeated in papers around the country: gotta move fast, gotta have a government, gotta keep the markets happy, MOVE FAST NOW!

Not so fast would be better. Gotta get this right. And we’ve got plenty of time to do that.

Government in this country is not just the elected pollies who sit in the House of Reps and the Senate. It’s also the public service. As it turns out, the public service will keep things ticking over for quite some time yet. Tax will be collected, services will be funded, the federal police and the High Court will keep on working, roads will be built, the country will be defended, we will continue to trade with other nations, our borders will be protected… the list goes on. And it is public servants who will ensure that all this will happen.

If the editorial writers had taken a little time to look across the Tasman before pounding away at their keyboards, they would have seen an instructive history about how government functions in the absence of pollies. In 1996, following the first MMP election in New Zealand, Winston Peters and his New Zealand First party held the balance of power, with 17 seats in the House. Neither major party held enough seats to govern in their own right – whichever party Peters decided to go into coalition with would be the government.

Peters spun out the coalition negotiations for a very long time. Over a month! So that made for four or five weeks of caretaker government before the election, and then another month when no one knew who the Prime Minister would be, nor which party would be the Government.

And the country just carried on. I have spoken to senior public servants who were there at the time. What happened was that the Cabinet Secretary, and the State Services Commissioner (head of the public service), met every day, and made what decisions needed to be made in order to keep the country functioning. After a few weeks, things started to get a little tricky: they needed some pollies in place to make policy decisions. But by and large, by being loyal servants of New Zealand, they managed to keep the whole place working. Police got paid, roads got built, taxes were collected, social welfare transfers kept on being paid… and so on. The institutions of government all functioned. A government was formed in plenty of time.

Like New Zealand, Australia is a robust liberal democracy, with well established institutions, a solid rule of law, an excellent judiciary, and above all, a highly professional and capable public service. Australia is probably even better placed than New Zealand, because the functions of government are split between the Commonwealth and the states. Things will keep on going quite happily for a long time yet.

There is no rush to form a government. There is no need for speed for the sake of speed. The editorial writers and hack pundits should back off, and stop demanding a speedy resolution. This is not a footy game or a soap opera or reality TV: it is a discussion about who should govern this country for the next three years. The process of working that out should take place calmly, not at a pace dictated by the headline hungry news media.

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Wot larks! An election!

11.30pm I’m going to bed now.

11.25pm Clear acknowledgement that caretaker conventions apply. But then into campaigning type mode. His targets are the independents, and he’s making hay on the primary vote favouring the Libs. Doesn’t he understand how the voting system here works?

11.22pm Lib crowd cheers the election of the first ever indigenous representative. He’s a Lib. I wonder if they’ll get around to reflecting that it’s taken a bloody long time. FFS, it’s the twenty-first century.

11.20pm Nice opening – he urges no premature triumphalism.

11.16pm Tony Abbott coming into the Lib venue to make a speech… with his wife and daughters.

10.55pm ABC points out that the first indigenous MP has been elected. The first.

10.50pm Graceful remarks to Tony Abbott. And some very positive words about the functions of government carrying on. It’s all about reassurance. Some campaigning remarks, but it’s mostly thanks and reassurance. Good Prime Ministerial stuff.

10.47pm Congratulated Adam Bandt on his election as a Green to the House of Reps. She’s making an overture to him, and to other independents.

10.45pm Julia Gillard is speaking. Quoted Bill Clinton: The people have spoken. It will just take a little while to work out what they have said.

10.15pm A hung parliament! It’s going to depend on the pre-polls, and then the negotiations. And it will take weeks. Time for a bit of patience. However, if the Aussies take a bit of time to look across the Tasman, they will learn that the functions of government will carry on, that the institutions are sufficiently robust to withstand a caretaker period, that top public servants really can keep it all ticking over for a while. Sooner or later those public servants will need politicians to take policy decisions, but in the meantime, the world won’t come to an end. Or even a temporary halt. As a rule, they are excellent servants of the commonwealth, and in the next few weeks, they will continue to serve to the best of their ability, with all the wisdom that their years of service give them. It ain’t so bad.

9.45pm So is it ageist to worry about Wyatt Roy’s age? No – it’s realistic. He doesn’t stand a chance amongst the hardened men of the Liberal caucus, nor does he have much experience at all to bring to the table. By the time you get to 40 or 50, you’ve had to learn to compromise, to get on with other people, to pick when to stand your ground, and when to give way. He has no such experience. Either he will learn it in a baptism of fire in the next year or two, or he will be crushed. I hope it’s the former.

9.36pm Wyatt Roy has been elected for the Libs. He’s 20 years old, and looks about 14. He’s still got pimples!

9.35pm My goodness. Does Wyatt Roy’s mummy know he’s staying out late tonight?

9.30pm My local MP is on air. A Lib, returned with an increased margin. White man, married with children. All the right appearance… But he’s been in the house for 17 years, and as far as I can tell, he’s done nothing. That’s the leafy suburbs in South Australia for you.

9.25pm Green leader Bob Brown is on the box, looking very wrinkly and creased. He has amazing lines on his face. Mr Strange Land thinks this is because he is 15% tree.

9.17pm Holy shit! Looks like a Family First dinosaur has been elected to the Senate in South Australia. IT WASN’T ME!!! I put them only just above One Nation on my ballot. South Australia Senate result

9.07pm Could be a hung parliament… certainly looks like no result tonight. It could all hinge on the specials, or as they call them her, the “pre-polls”.

9.00pm The Labor bloodletting has started, on national TV, on election night. It’s not a pretty sight.

8.55pm Maxine McKew is bitter. And full of 20/20 hindsight. Seems to me that she might have needed to work a bit harder in her electorate if she wanted to keep her seat.

8.50pm I’m very impressed by Stephen Smith, Labor MP for Perth, who is calling the numbers on the ABC. He’s smart, and honest, giving clear commentary, and reasons, even where those reasons run against the Labor party.

8.37pm I only know one sitting MP in this election, Paul Fletcher (Libs, Bradfield) from long long ago, when we were both around university debating, both trans-Tasman and worlds. He has retained his seat, and increased his margin. He’s smart and able, and even if I don’t agree with his politics, I think that he would be an excellent MP.

8.27pm KRudd speech… very dull, and the ABC has cut away from it, because “it could go on for some time.”

8.20pm Just been talking to my brother, who is in Queensland, ‘though only recently, so he is not a citizen yet. He thinks that Australians are in general very positive people. But… he’s heard nothing but negativity in this campaign, nothing but what is wrong with the other bloke, a campaign of fear and loathing. Another cultural disconnect: I don’t recall campaigns at home being so negative.

8.00pm Dessert

Chocolate cake, bowl of yoghurt, one slice cut out, showing strawberry and jam filling

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7.50pm 8% swing to Julia in her seat, 4% swing to Tony in his seat.

7.20pm Dessert break.

7.10pm And the disconnect is starting to kick in. Back in NZ, I know the names of the electorates, I know where they are, I understand the voting patterns. Here, I just don’t know at all. More than that, I don’t understand the pattern that’s showing in the seat count. Right now, the tally is Labor 63, Libs / Nats 49 and other 3, with just 35 in doubt now. But is that a standard pattern? Libs ahead early in the evening when the small booths are counted, then the city seats starting to come in and an apparent swing to Labor? What’s the usual pattern later in the evening? Should I be expecting the Libs to come back?

7.05pm Andrew Lambing (?), a Lib, is talking about his victory, with his blonde trophy wife at his side. She looks like she needs to make an immediate rush for the bathroom…

6.50pm It’s just hit 50 seats each for Labor and the Lib / Nats. Still 3 for others, and 47 undecided.

6.45pm There’s a 4.5% swing in Kevin Rudd’s seat, to the Libs! I thought there would be a big sympathy vote for him there.

6.27pm Mr Strange Land has finally gotten round to reading my blog, and has worked out that we’re having yoghurt chocolate cake for dessert. He is pleased. My friend’s daughter is wondering if this is the usual mode of communication in our house.

6.25pm Last election Labor took John Howard’s seat. But it looks like it’s not going to be held: a 7% swing to the Libs, and the margin is only 1.5%. But that’s based on just one booth.

6.15pm My friend voted in the Boothby electorate, in a Scout Hall. Apparently there was an excellent sausage sizzle. And a picture of the queen on the wall.

6.10pm 16 for Labor, 30 for the Lib/Nats, 3 to others, 100 in doubt, according to ABC TV. The website has it different: the web site is lagging just slightly behind the TV call.

6.05pm ABC is saying 11 to the ALP, 26 to Lib / National Party, 3 to others, 110 undecided. But that’s based on small booths that have reported first. So there’s a heavy rural bias so far.

6.00pm Wine. Cleanskin thus far, but we’ll move onto an Oyster Bay chardonnay soon.

4.30pm Despite having lived here for nearly six years, in two stretches of three years each, this is only the second federal election for which I have been present. Last time round, in 1998, I didn’t take much notice of the results coming in, because I was in labour with our first baby. This time round, we’re getting ready for a serious night of election watching. The yoghurt chocolate cake (dessert) has just come out of the oven, and the roast chickens (free range, stuffed with lemons and thyme) have gone in. I’ll serve them with rosemary roast tatie chips, beans, and roasted brussels sprouts. My friend and her daughter should be here in an hour or so, and we can pour the first glass of wine. People at Larvatus Prodeo have advised me to watch the ABC, but I’ll be keeping an eye on the results at the Australian Electoral Commission’s Virtual Tally Room too.

In another moment of culture shock, Sky News has some exit polls from marginal seats, about an hour before the polling booths close in the eastern states. They’re showing 51 – 49 in favour of the Labor party.

Vote for Pyne (libs), scary Tony Abbott picture

Scary Tony

12.30pm I have voted. It was an exercise in culture shock, because right at the polling booth, there was a whole pile of election advertising. Scary Tony Abbott pictures from the Labor party (I assume), scary Labor spending graphs from the Libs, and scary Senator Joyce pictures, reminding South Australians that Joyce thinks that people should move to where the water is. I think Joyce’s eyes had been photoshopped, to make them bulgy.

Labor debt graph, flanked by scary Tony Abbott, and standard candidate picture for Rick Sarre - local Labor candidate

Scary Labor debt graph

It’s all very different from home, where absolutely all election advertising must be removed before election day, so that voters have a chance to vote in peace. However, everything was very peaceful and well organised inside the polling place. The scrutineer took my name and address, asked me if I had voted already (No!) and handed my my ballot papers. Unlike New Zealand, they don’t record ballot paper numbers against my name, but each paper is initialled by the scrutineer.

Senator Joyce, with eyes photoshopped to make them bulge a little, saying "move to where the water is"

Scary Senator Joyce, Queensland farmer

Back in the state election in March, I was disconcerted to find that I was expected to record my vote in pencil. This time I took a pen, and recorded my votes. I rather like the preferential voting system, because it allows me to think about who I really, really, really don’t like as well as who I vote for. All the same, it was disturbing to realise that I had to express a preference for One Nation, albeit my very last preference of all. I’ve voted below the line for the Senate, expressing my own preferences for how I would like the Senate to be made up, instead of running with the pollies’ preferences.

A stall with a Salvation Army banner, selling jam.

Just jam

Very disappointingly, there was no sausage sizzle. I had promised the strangelings that they could have sausages wrapped in bread to celebrate democracy, but we had to make do with cakes from the local shops instead. All that was available was some home made jam.

Waiting time now.

9.10am One more cup of coffee, to propel me into doing my democratic duty.

9.00am The polling places opened an hour ago, Mr Strange Land has taken Ms Eleven to her netball game, the Misses Nine have a bye, and I’m in bed feeling a little sorry for myself with some sort of fluey illness. The Australian still seems to be trapped in its delusions about the Libs having a chance, even though every poll in the country other than Newspoll is calling it 52 – 48 for Labor. 50 – 50 insists The Oz. What are they smoking?

I’ll update this sporadically during the day, and more in the evening and I’ll tweet when I update it: @beefaerie Updates may depend on the quantity of coffee and wine consumed.

The Southern Mule, the Chaser team, and Tony Abbot

A direct hit for Stubborn Mule. The coverage of this election has become farcical, all horse race and no substance. But at least there’s some humour to be had, along with the rather serious point made in this clip.

Judging by the flood of material that’s come through my letterbox, I’d say that the Labor party thinks that it may take my electorate, Sturt, off the sitting Liberal member. So the local race will be interesting.

Mr Strange Land is not an Australian citizen, so he does not have a vote. He has been referring to the household vote… but he should be so lucky! It’s my prerogative, and I’ve made my decisions about how I’m going to exercise it. I’ve worked out how I’m going to rank my preferences for the Senate with the help of this handy website: A How To Website for Australian Voters, and printed out the PDF with my numbers. A friend is coming over to watch the results with us, bringing her elder daughter, who along with our Ms Eleven is barracking for Julia.

If Mr Rabbit wins, I think I’ll go and live in New Zealand.