SPONSORED POST: I’m giving away FIVE copies of the super cool coffee table book Mickey Mouse: Race to Death Valley by Floyd Gottfredson. These books are not available for purchase in Australia and are valued at $50 each. Tres chic, oui? So, how to get your hands on your very own copy…
So… this is 2013. *looks around* Love what you’ve done with the place. Much nicer than your predecessor. Personally, I had no problem with 2012, but lots of people seemed pretty happy to say goodbye to her. Let’s chat, 2013. I’d like to share a few things with you, plans I have for the year ahead. You should feel free to nod along in all the right places.
So this morning I – with some girlfriends of mine – appeared on Seven’s Sunrise to discuss some highbrow literature. OK, OK, it wasn’t so much highbrow as brow raising. We were discussing the publishing phenomenon 50 Shades of Grey. Yes, again.
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The book buzz at the moment is the resurgence of erotica for the chick lit genre. It’s all because of one little trilogy – Fifty Shades. The three books are Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed. Mia Freedman talked about them a while ago so I thought I’d have a look-see at just how naughty this erotica could really be. My, oh my. It was an eye-opener. So, deep breath. Ready? Let’s do this thing.
Did you do flashcards with your baby? Did you play Baby Einstein videos to their glazed infant gaze? Was the nursery painted in synapse-stimulating primary colours? Nah, me neither, but I thought about it. And felt guilty for not doing it. I even bought the flashcards! Good news…
I never doubted that I wanted to be a mother. It was part of my life plan from when I was old enough to push dolls around in toy prams. Motherhood was my true north, my guiding light throughout my teens and my 20s, the thing I knew I was destined to do and that I would be really good at. Lately, however, as I observe the sun setting on my 30s, I’ve been wondering why I was so certain, so determined to follow this path, because it is definitely not what I thought it would be. And I’m starting to suspect I actually suck at it.
At a time when the nation is led by a woman, and the state of Queensland is also led by a woman, it seems patently absurd to me that the fairytales I read my daughter are populated by passive damsels in distress waiting to be rescued by Prince Charming. And I wonder whether the fairytales or the news images hold more sway over her image of women.
I’ve joined a book club. It’s been one of my new long-held dreams. Before I joined I imagined I’d be involved with animated conversations about character motivation, plot holes and defending disappointing endings. And while we’ve only had one gathering so far (to discuss The Book Thief) the reality is very close to my idealised imaginary book club. But soon it will be my turn to pick a book and I’m a wee tad nervous. Continue reading
This is the first week of my month-long experiment to remove all fructose from my diet. After reading David Gillespie’s Sweet Poison Quit Plan, I was inspired to test the plan out on myself. David lost 40kgs simply by cutting sugar from his diet. Will it work for me?
I front up to Gambaro’s in Caxton Street on the dot of noon and I recognise Mick Gatto immediately, sitting on a bar stool at a table in the restaurant’s open-air bar talking to a bespectacled journo scribbling into a notepad, trusty tape recorder on the table between them. I greet Gatto’s agent, Max Markson, and we air kiss our hellos. Continue reading