Tag Archives: Social Labels

We Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks?

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Sorry about the appalling misquote,
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.Glenn McGrath

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I’m finding the current controversy with Glenn McGrath to be very interesting.
Everyone loves him because he’s such a nice bloke, don’t they?

I mean he supported his wife through cancer once, then twice and then as she was dying. Then he continued HER foundation to provide Breast Cancer screening & support in isolated and rural areas. Such a nice guy.

And if course he is a cricket player which makes him a demigod in our country. He bowled a ball really fast, was paid hundred of thousands of dollars to travel the world and stay in luxury hotels. He didn’t have to go to university or study a trade certificate to get there. He did work hard at perfecting his craft – just like the rest of us do every day.

However, what’s funny about all this . . . . . is how we don’t remember his reputation as a cricket bully. Did you know that he was labelled one of the all time ‘greatest’ sledgers in the game?

OF ALL TIME, people !!!

Like a badge of honour.
Racial slurs, weight & height pokes, food taunts, wife/mother jibes. Such a nice guy.

And, . . . .

“In 2008 I participated in a hunting safari in Zimbabwe that was licensed and legal but in hindsight highly inappropriate. It was an extremely difficult time in my life and looking back I deeply regret being involved”.

Awwwww – good on ya Glenn.
Thanks for the apology, you’re such a nice guy.

BUT – what I find the most amusing about all this hoohar, is people’s immediate defence or condemnation.

On the one hand, people are labelling his actions as indefenceable and others have taken to social media in his defence with the observation that the attacks are coming from a “bunch of pearl-clutching nannas freaking out”. Some people are even changing their profile picture in support of him.

We ALL have the right to an opinion – in everything – it’s called Freedom of Speech.

What is funny is when people use this Freedom to make themselves and their idols look like complete ‘bubes’ (I refuse to spell it ‘boobs’).

When we speak without actually CONSIDERING our thoughts and words, we dull the strength of our argument and in turn, chip away at our intelligence.

And WORSE – when we defend our idols at all costs and refuse to entertain any criticism of them, even when it is a blatant truth, we are actually chipping away at the intelligence of our society.

If you respect and admire someone it is IMPERATIVE that you also entertain that they are flawed. If you cannot, then all your other defensive arguments FOR that person are made invalid.

EVERY hero is flawed.
That’s just life!

Bleugh!

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I have had five good days in a row.

Max and I have made it to the beach for a walk each day, and we checked out numerous events for the Festival of Busselton. It was wonderful to be a part of something bigger that was for the most part, just about getting people to appreciate the town they live in.

But then I got shin splints from walking too much.

And then I read this.

Rosie Batty

And then I missed the fireworks, only held once a year in my town.
I LOVE fireworks.
They spark Pollyanna and I can smile for days with the memory.

This is a fraction of what I missed this year.
Apparently they were in-cred-i-ble !!!

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And then I saw this.

Scott Morrison

 

Kick a girl when she’s down why don’cha?!?

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I have no money until Thursday, and I am down to bacon and an egg for dinner. It’s all I have to eat. Not that I’m complaining. It is far from the worst my diet has been due to economic constraints.

On Thursday – I’m going to have a giant salad and a steak. Medium rare, with the blood still o oozing of it as it sits on my plate ready to be devoured.

And hopefully by then my shin splints will be better.

Doing nightfill isn’t helping – but an empty tummy hurts more, so I keep slogging along.
Most nights at work, I hear this song.

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Although I’m not a fan of John Mayer, his melodies don’t appeal – BUT his words?
WOW!

I’d like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something’s better
On the other side

I am invincible
As long as I am alive

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So

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True

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Prepare To Have Your Mind Blown!

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I wanted to share a meme + video with you,
BUT
before I do I just wanted to highlight something that you’ve probably already notices.

My ‘depressive’ posts are become fewer and fewer.
There has been a gentle swing here at Pialosophy in the past few months,
that points to something important
– taking control of your Mental Health means getting your life back.

One step after tiny step,
day by day.
It is happening peeps.

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So now onto the Mind Blowing section . . .

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I saw this men on 9gag last night, and I have to admit, it’s philosophical and cognitive question I have often wondered.

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And it turns so has the rest of the world.

Now watch this video and PREPARE yourself.
What you will learn is pretty trippy.

You’re welcome!

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My Body Is Borrowed, My Mind Is Not

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I don’t know if I’m a fan of Beyonce.
My own prejudices and life-learned judgements impose themselves.
I’m not particularly proud of this.

But, I cannot deny her strength of character and her intelligence.

I was blown away by this mini-doco.
You will be too.

I hope.

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What Must It Be Like To Be Intelligent?

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Although I know I am not a dolt, I am also painfully aware I am not overly ‘bright’.

I’m not talking neuroscientist, particle physicist or Mensa alumni bright;
I’m talking an intelligent member of society who can
legitimately argue a point on immigration policy or economic diversity
or the anthropological need for organised religion.

You see,
I often have intelligent conversations in my own mind.
Witty banter back and force between nonexistent, like minded intelligentsia.

And then I meet with real life, living and breathing people,
and my tongue swells up and my grey matter goes on a long vacation.

Which is a scenario that makes no sense.

Because,
sometimes I can be quite funny.
Quick witted, even.
And this takes genuine cognitive skill.

But in a conversation with another adult,
you might as well put a pointy hat with a big white ‘D’ on it,
on my head and send me to the corner.

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Oh, what it must feel like to have a thought and actually be able to utter it,
instilling a good impression upon the minds of others.

And you know how it makes me feel?

“Doh!!!”

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