Dear Alex, you, as the editor of the fine, indispensable newspaper The Age, scourge to the fascist, liberator of the oppressed and righteous defender of the poor, the offbeat and the vulnerable, owe me a long overdue apology on behalf of The Age and I hereby ask that you deliver it in an email post-haste.
Here’s to the cool, inverted schtick of all the rebellious teenage dudes who challenge unhealthy attitudes by saying the good things are “sick” and “mad” and “crazy” and “insane”, who, faced with a terrifying enigma, reject the grave academic chillness in every diagnosis of “mental illness” that bolsters the surrounding stigma, that raise the cruel… Continue reading The Sunday Song – No. 2: You Crazy Kids!
It all started in the undeveloped mind of an average 16-year-old schoolboy from Melbourne by the name of Johnny Fraser. Or rather it started when the girl Johnny fancied the most at his high school accused him of possessing a limited vocabulary of just 4 words, leaving him sleepless for almost an entire night. There was… Continue reading The Saturday Short Story – No. 2: The Revolution Inside Every Teenage Dude
It's not a common error but one that has long annoyed me and could potentially hinder efforts to help some so-called mentally ill people, if only slightly: journalists and politicians referring to "mental illness" as "mental health", its opposite. Last night Sky News Business (@SkyBusiness) tweeted the following: "A rise in mental health and lack of services and domestic violence have led to homelessness." How ridiculous. It would be laughable if the news wasn't sad and the error didn't pose a threat, however slight, to the so-called mentally ill and the rest of the community.
Phrenophobia - the fear of going mad and mad people that results in discrimination against not just everyone described by psychiatrists to be mentally ill, but everyone mentally abnormal - poses an existential threat not just to the people discriminated against but the whole community and therefore should have no place within the community. Now that we Australians have been largely cured of racism, sexism and homophobia, a cure for the social sickness of phrenophobia should be on the agenda of all progressives. So you can imagine my disappointment early on Saturday June 16 when @MartinPakulaMP, Labor's Attorney General in Victoria no less, revealed himself to be phrenophobic in a tweet that was subsequently retweeted by @NStaikos, Labor's member for Bentleigh in Victoria's parliament, and a Labor senator for Queensland in @MurrayWatt, to name but a couple.
I drank a bottle of Jameson Irish whiskey yesterday and I'm not in the mood to blog a rant today. Instead, here's a song by an Australian musician (in her previous incarnation) that's apt in the situation and you may not have heard before, judging by how many hits it has received on YouTube.
Last night, as the nation held touching candlelight vigils for the raped and murdered up-and-coming comedian Eurydice Dixon, Jonathan Green, the editor of Meanjin, in tweeting an excerpt from the lead essay in the latest issue of the quarterly, which he described as a "powerful, personal response to #MeToo", made two things fairly clear: that the writer of the essay, one Clementine Ford, is unhinged to the point she's a misanthropic reverse-sexist and sexist who's willing to be dishonest in arguing her case, and Jonathan Green isn't a very good editor.
In his article for Executive Style entitled "If my daughter is ever murdered, I know who will kill her" (18/06/18), one Phil Barker, no doubt thinking himself a sensitive and strong feminist, immediately reveals himself to be a plainly ridiculous reverse-sexist and reverse sexism, which is always ridiculous and contemptuous and unjust, can only hurt every feminist cause and place the safety of females at greater risk.