Slutwalk Johannesburg Is A Month Away!!

I am hereby formally inviting you to join me on Saturday 24 September 2011 for

Slutwalk Johannesburg

LET’S UNITE AGAINST VICTIM BLAMING AND SHAMING AND AGAINST ACCEPTABILITY OF ANY FORM OF RAPE
We want you. Yes, YOU! The one in the afro, and you in the 3inch heels and you in the wheelchair, and you, with your entire extended family… you, reading this. Male, female, transgendered, HUMAN, if you believe that no-one deserves to be raped, regardless of what they might be wearing, or doing, or their sexual orientation, or their gender, come as you are, come as you want to be, come as you were.
We want you to walk with us.
We want to walk with YOU!
We are asking you to join us for SlutWalk Johannesburg to make a unified statement about sexual assault and victims’ rights and to demand respect for all.
Whether a fellow slut or simply an ally, you don’t have to wear your sexual proclivities on your sleeve, we just ask that you come. Any gender-identification, any age. Singles, couples, parents, sisters, brothers, children, friends.
Come walk or roll or strut or holler or stomp with us.
This has become a global movement, with Satellites happening all over the world.
Help make our voices heard in Jozi.
I am pretty sure you’ve heard of it by now, and I know I have invited a lot of people via Facebook. In Cape Town recently there were almost 2000 people on South Africa’s first Slutwalk!
Perhaps you’re unsure of the reason or put off by the name?
Well, the Slutwalks taking place around the world are about BLAMING THE PERPETRATOR, NOT THE VICTIM!
This particular “cause” is one very close to my heart. The South African rape statistics are beyond frightening and I personally know and love and respect no less than 5 women who have survived rape.
Whether these women are open about it or not, whether they reported it or not, whether their rapists were punished for it or not – these women did not ask for it or deserve it, no matter what they were wearing or where they were at the time.
I will be doing the Slutwalk, as will my husband and my son. I have an anniversary party and a birthday party that day- but I will be late for both because I will be doing the Slutwalk first. I am hoping that as many of you as can do so, will be marching right along with me. If you’ve already signed up then I will see you there! And if you can’t make it, please spread the word!

A Bit Of A Shopping History

When you remember your parents doing grocery shopping when you were a kid, where did they go? Was it a big monthly shop? Did they shop weekly? Did you go along?

For my family, it was a big pay day event, but because there were four of us children we very seldom got to tag along. My folks would leave us at home and do the shopping, sometimes coming home with the makings for Dagwood sarnies that we would make sitting together around the dining room table! Cold meats, mayonnaise, chutney, bread rolls, mustard, Picalilli, tomato sauce, cheese, pickles, tomatoes, onions… It was a payday treat that we all looked forward to!

Thinking about it, some of my earliest memories stem from a time when we lived in a suburb that didn’t have a supermarket! I’m talking 27+ years ago (yes, I’m that old). This was before the time of 24 hour petrol stations with Woolies Food Shops inside. Hell, the shops weren’t even open on Sundays back then! At the time, my folks would drive about 15km to get to the nearest PicknPay Supermarket. They would do our monthly groceries in one fell swoop, often filling two trolleys in order to cater for our family of 6 and the live-in maid.

In 1987 we moved, and the new house was less than a kilometre from the very same PicknPay! It was cool to be in familiar territory, and it meant that my sisters and my brother and I would be sent to the supermarket on our bicycles for milk and bread. And my parents continued to shop there. I’ll never forget the first time my mother spent more than R1000 on groceries! She and I had gone to the shop together and we were doing the monthly groceries! It caused quite a stir at the till, let me tell you! The cashier asked us to please wait and disappeared- leaving us to think the worst- before the manager of the store appeared and actually gave my mom a box of chocolates for spending so much money! After our nerves had settled we giggled all the way home. We hadn’t even bought meat yet!

When my knucklehead and I moved out of my parents’ house, we moved into a flat across the road from the very same Pick ‘n Pay supermarket, and we did our grocery shopping there too. The first time I ever sent the knucklehead to buy bread and milk on his own- I think he was about seven years old- I sent him to PicknPay! I even have a picture of him coming home from the shop with the packets in his hands (I’ll see if I can find it and scan it)!

I have seen that shop grow and change SO many times! I remember when they used to have these massive, full colour, see-thru plastic “sculptures” on the walls showing where things were in the store, like a giant cheese wedge where the fridges were. And there was a lobster one too! I saw them so many times they are etched into my brain! Now its prolly twice the size that it was when we first shopped there and a small mall has grown up around it. And the plastic wall-mounted sculptures are long gone. I shopped in a few other places,  mostly to try and save a few bucks, but I always find myself coming back to PicknPay.

And my parents still shop there!

Just a disclaimer- I wasn’t asked, paid, bribed, invited, or otherwise coerced into writing this blog post, nor did I receive anything in exchange for writing this blog post.

Old Notebook Entries…

These scribbles are from 2006/ 2007 I think… I may even have blogged them before but when I found an old notebook that used to live in my handbag I was surprised by some of the scribbles I found in it. I think I’m going to be posting snippets from the book for a while.

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What is the etiquette when blowing your nose?

I battle with hay fever, so I sneeze a lot, and I often blow my nose… but it never occurred to me to excuse myself when doing so in public!? Never once did I think to walk away and blow my nose as far out of earshot as possible! I mean, I don’t hock loogies or do these great honking snorts to clear my sinuses, but I usually blow my nose wherever I am and have done with it.

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Old Notebook Entries…

These scribbles are from 2006/ 2007 I think… I may even have blogged them before but when I found an old notebook that used to live in my handbag I was surprised by some of the scribbles I found in it. I think I’m going to be posting snippets from the book for a while.

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How did Douglas Adams executively produce and write the screenplay for the movie “Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy” (released in 2005) if he died in 2001…?

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A Funny From My Inbox

Thanx ma! xxx

My neighbor found out that her dog- a Schnauzer- couldn’t hear very well, so she took it to the veterinarian.

The vet found that the problem was hair in the dog’s ears. He cleaned both ears, and the dog could then hear fine. The vet then proceeded to tell the lady that, if she wanted to keep this from recurring,she should go to the store and get some “Nair” hair remover and rub it in the dog’s ears once a month.

The lady went to the store and bought some “Nair” hair remover.

At the register, the pharmacist told her, “If you’re going to use this under your arms, don’t use deodorant for a few days.”

The lady said, “I’m not using it under my arms.”

The pharmacist said, “If you’re using it on your legs, don’t shave for a couple of days.”

The lady replied, “I’m not using it on my legs either.  If you must know, I’m using it on my Schnauzer.”

The pharmacist says, “Well stay off your bicycle for about a week.”