Friday, 9 January 2009

Whinge, bitch, moan….

We had an amazing bitch session today at work. It was almost knock off time and it was Friday and no one was much in the mood to work. It would have been un-Australian to look conscientious on a Friday arvo anyway. So we just sat around and bitched about stuff. There were no men, not that it would have stopped us, just women who said whatever the hell they wanted to without pulling punches. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking – sounds dangerous and it could have been. I have always said that I would rather deal with a battalion of men with swords than 3 pissed off women. But sometimes pissed off can be entertaining and enlightening.

Aussies tend to be outspoken. Some say it’s to do with our convict heritage or our distance from other countries. I think it’s that and I believe we basically don’t give a rat’s arse whether you agree with what we say or not. Hell, we may not agree with you but we’ll listen and argue and then all end up mates because no Aussie would ever go against another. The bond of mateship is everything in Australia. It extends from the diggers in WW1 in Gallipoli to nation building to lending a mate your thongs (flip flops) to walk across a hot road while you run across. If we like you we’ll tease you to death. If we loathe you we’ll ignore you. Yeah, I love Australia and Aussies. Aussie! Aussie! Aussie! Oi! Oi! Oi ! No, I have stuff all idea what that means but we like to chant it and that’s all that matters.

Anyway, back to the bitch session. I believe women bond over sessions like these. We just say what we think and let everything come out into the open. I learned some mighty interesting things. I suspected who hated who but not to the degree that they did or the history behind it. I listened as people re-hashed stories that they thought I knew and light bulbs went off as information I never really understood before fell into place. So now, I am well armed with knowledge. Do I trust any of these women? Oh hell no but I respect them and I am smarter and better armed now. Yes, it’s terrible and horrible to gossip and bitch but don’t you just love it?
Go Ahead : Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self for?