You know what I am? A fatalist. My mind automatically picks out the worst thing that could ever happen in a situation and then starts preparing for it to happen. Not such a bad thing, I hear you think. But it is...because preparing for it is as bad as expecting it to happen - it's like brain can't differentiate between the two. It's taxing on my will power.

Lost & Found

Reeeeally love this part of the book:

He descended the plane steps, forward to seeing Gina. Trying not to look exhausted. Trying to look as if he was eager for this visit to begin.

Gina wasn’t in the small bunch of waiting people. Instead... His heart sank. Georgie. Georgie Turner.

He’d hoped she’d left town by now. What Gina saw in this...tramp, he didn’t know.

‘Hey, Alistair.’ She waved and yelled as he crossed the tarmac.

She was chewing gum. She was wearing tight leather pants and bright red stilettos. She had on a really tight top – so tight it was almost indecent. She was all in black. The only colour about her was the slash of crimson on her lips, her outrageous shoes and two spots of colour on her cheeks.

‘How’s it going, Al?’ she said, and chewed a bit more gum.

‘Fine,’ he said, trying to be polite and not quite succeeding. ‘Where’s Gina?’

‘See, she was expecting you yesterday. So today she and Cal are running a clinic out on Wallaby Island. The weather’s getting up so they thought they ought to go when they could.’

‘You couldn’t have taken her place?’

‘Hey, I deliver babies. Gina’s the heart lady. There’s not a lot of crossover. You got bags?’

‘One. Yes.’

She sniffed, in a way that said real men didn’t need baggage. She turned and headed for the baggage hall, her very cute butt wiggling as he walked behind her.

It was some butt.

Ok, that’s what he couldn’t allow himself to think. That was what had landed him into trouble in the first place. She was a tart. Somehow she’d gained a medical degree but, not matter, she was still a tart.

But even so, he shouldn’t have tried to pick her up.

Now they stood side by side at the luggage carousel, waiting for his bag. It took for ever. There were other doctors there from the plane.

‘There’s some other wedding happening here,’ he ventured for something to say, and Georgie nodded, looking at the baggage carousel as if it was she who’d recognise his bag.

‘Yep. One this Saturday, one next. Planned so those going to both needn’t make two trips. We were starting to think they’d be no guests for the first one.’

‘It’s some storm down south,’ he said reflectively. ‘That’s how I met these guys. The trip from New Zealand should have been cancelled. We hit an air pocket and dropped what felt like a thousand feet.’ Anyone who wasn’t belted in was injured.’

‘You got called on as a doctor?’

‘A bit. I was asleep at first.’

‘Off duty,’ she said blankly, and he winced. There was no criticism in her voice. It was a simple statement of fact, but she knew how to hurt. When he’d woken to discover the chaos he’d felt dreadful. He’d helped, but other doctors had been more proactive than him.

‘Look, I-’

‘It this your bag? It must be. Everyone else has theirs.’

‘It’s mine,’ he said, and she strode forward and lugged it off the conveyor belt before he could stop her. She set it up on its wheels and tugged the handle, then set it before him. Making him feel even more wimpish.

‘Right,’ she said. ‘My wheels are in the carpark.’

‘Your car?’

‘My wheels.’ She was striding through the terminal, talking to him over her shoulder. He was struggling to keep up.

He was feeling about six years old.

‘Hey, Georg.’ People were acknowledging her, waving to her, but she wasn’t stopping. She was wearing really high stilettos but still walking at a pace that made him hurry. She looked like something out of a biker magazine. A biker’s moll?

Not quite, for her hair was closely cropped and cute - almost classy. The gold hooped earrings actually looked great. She was just...different.

- 'THEIR LOST AND FOUND FAMILY' BY MARION LENNOX

All About Male Privilege

Someone wrote a post entitled "all about male privilege" - a post about "how guys have it easy", and I somewhat disagree with the main points of her post.

Not that I don't think guys have it easy... Biologically, anatomically, physically they do. In my opinion.

The male privilege is...
- Not having to have a uterus that refreshed every month.
- Not having to go through the love / lust ordeal of losing their virginity
- Not going through the skin ripping pain that is child birth and the horrible side effects that come before that when pregnant
- Not going through menopause and dealing with yet more hormone imbalances and hot flushes

But her points were ridiculous stupid.

Her post results in pointing out stereotypical characteristics such as: "Male privilege is feeling entitled to go up and talk to a woman about anything while anywhere at any time, even if they haven't expressed any interest, and continue onward despite a lack of a response."

Really? Is that what male privilege is?

Flip the gender roles around and the same can be said of women.

This is sexism at its finest, written by a bunny boiling mad woman.