The point is…well, there is none…

Something that makes sick…

OMG! What the hell is wrong with some people? I just heard one little girl was favoured over another little girl to be seen at the Olympics. The reason? She was not pretty enough.

Lin was lip-syncing to the sound of another girl, 7-year-old Yang Peiyi, who was heard but not seen, apparently because she was deemed not cute enough.

"The reason was for the national interest," said Chen Qigang, the ceremony's musical director, in a state radio interview. "The child on camera should be flawless in image, internal feeling and expression. ... Lin Miaoke is excellent in those aspects."
http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/
08/12/oly.kids/index.html

WTF? Seriously? This to me is appalling. What message does it send to the little girl who got rejected? ‘Oh sure – you can sing kid but you’re not that attractive so we’ll use you to make us look good.’ How would that child feel? And how about the little girl that got to have her face shown to millions on people? Is she going to be under pressure to always be pretty? How have we become so bloody superficial that we allow things like this to happen? It is just disgusting that to make something a ‘spectacular’ event, where nations of all ethnic backgrounds get together in peace and equality, that someone can be treated like crap for an event to look good. It makes me so angry that we treat people this way. I am wild about this. I refuse – point blank refuse - to allow the way someone looks to be my judgement of them and I don’t give a rat’s arse if something is deemed to have the potential to be less spectacular because a child has crooked teeth…give me real and honest any day.

While I calm down…the following happened today….

- It was c-c-cold…whinge, bitch, grizzle moan…
- Wore my pink slippers with the pom poms on them that a male acquaintance of mine thinks look like testicles. Furry testicles on a cord? To each his own I guess.
-I ran out of Vegemite – forehead slap! Who is responsible for this outrage? Shoot the housekeeper…oh wait, that’s me…
- Wrote like a woman possessed to nearly finish the current wip
- I was offered 7.6 million dollars from someone called Mgkomba Mutala. I did consider this generous offer for a moment because all the man wanted was my bank account details and pin number – however pay day is Friday and I figured I had enough money to get me by until then
- I heroically resisted the urge to open the email from VistaPrint due to my VistaPrint addiction. Yay me.
- Discovered another possum under the house – eye twitch – christened him Wayne. So far Wayne appears to be the quiet type. If so, Wayne may stay

- Opened the email from VistaPrint then shut it
- I did two loads of laundry – why? Not sure – suddenly had a housefrau moment kick in. It stopped quickly after I hung the washing out in the cold. I resolved never to have another housefrau moment mid-week again as it ruins the natural order of things
- Deleted email from VistaPrint just in case…
- Wandered down to the Brumby’s Bakery for bread, looking like a complete dag and did not give a rats arse because who am I beholden to impress?
- Emailed some the smart, talented and gorgeous writers I know.
- Got my exercise by getting up and down turning the heater on then off, then on then off…
- Contemplated the money in my wallet and whether I should have taken up that $7.6million offer
- Watched The Bold and Beautiful. It was Eric’s gazillioneth wedding and I was waiting for Stephanie his ex-ex-ex-ex-wife to do something dramatic. I have resolved to practice looking dramatic. You know – those dramatic soap opera faces when people look off into the distance and look meaningful. I will try that I on my boss tomorrow.

Speaking of work…I put my hand up to do a first aid course. I did one years ago but the certificate lapsed. So they said okay and along with others at the workplace I got sent out the kit to work on. Huh? Work on? What’s that you say? In my spare time. I would like to be all altruistic and do it at home but bugger that for a joke. I was told I would get a certificate in the end. Hmmm…I have certificates for various things now that that are about as useful as chocolate fire guards. I never use them and have no idea where they are other than they are in the house somewhere. Will I do the first aid course? Probably not. Yes, I could probably wangle some down time at work to do it but that time is for writing books. You can see what a conundrum it is. If only I was dedicated to something else other that what I wanted…

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