How’s this for synchronicity.
I won’t lie. I read all three pages of the SMH’s breathless coverage of The Brawl in Bondi (I’m only linking for any lucky international readers who may have somehow missed the media storm). Then I drove to work in silence because every radio station in Sydney appeared to be fixated on the punch, the dentures and James’ black eye.
The thing is, it wasn’t exactly a slow news day. 276 Nigerian school girls have been kidnapped with their government seemingly incapable of mounting an effective search for them. As each day passes, the terrifying possibilities as to what has become of them seems to multiply.
The single minded Mr Putin has managed to get a law passed in Russia under which blogs with traffic of more than 3000 visits a day must register themselves with the government or face tough penalties. The law has been thought of as a method of controlling political dissent on the internet. As a woman with all the big issues on her mind, my first thought was what Mr Putin and the regulators would make of the Russian fashion bloggers who meet this criteria? The hair, the make up, the poses, the super spendy fashion. I’ll be following this one with interest.
But back to the brawl. I can understand the need of the photographer responsible for the images so proudly bought (and watermarked) by NewsCorp to cash in because that is their job after all but the number of neighbours and random people who shared their stories with the radio stations this morning was cringeworthy. Two long time friends happened to have a heated argument in public. No one knows for sure what they fought over and neither should we. I think we should all just walk away from this right now, like we all would have if the friends in question were people just like ourselves and not super wealthy and linked to enough other beautiful people to fill up a newspaper columns.
Back to my ordinary life and a few things that made me smile today.
Finding a Missoni knit scarf I almost forgot I owned. And wearing it into work this morning. I’m at that love affair stage with the crisp 10C mornings out west.
