What kind of fuckery is this?

I have been trying to be a better person. I suppose that was precipitated by being pregnant with my son, and learning a little bit about Buddhism. I guess I am still on a bit of a personal quest to have right thoughts and actions. So you'll forgive me this lapse. I'm tired and the kids are driving me a bit nuts. I am not the Dalai Lama, you know.
Since I started writing this blog, I realised I have a public (well, sort of public, given that I only have one follower - hi SJ) forum where I can tell the people who've fucked me over to, well, fuck off with cherries on top.
So, here goes (I might only get on to one at at time, but I might get on a roll of hating, so you never know):
The person really getting my goat is a former friend from uni. The thing that annoys me most is that I was too gutless at the time to just tell her to fuck off then. I'd like to tell her to fuck off now too, but somehow, I don't feel I will be building my pagodas to nirvana by doing that. Plus I will look petty and spastic and everyone will see me for the insecure nutjob I am.
She used to tell a mutual friend that she was anal for washing her bed sheets regularly. I should have said then that it's just disgusting to be an ugly fat moll who has such a sense of entitlement that she can pass judgement on others and tell them how to live their life. (I'm pretty sure she's still fat, so that's something).
Once she told me not to be uptight about using my stereo for a party because I was worried it would get broken. She said "it won't get hurt" in the most patronising tone, and guess what, it got broken. I guess when mummy and daddy sort everything out for you, you probably don't need to worry about such trivia.
Another time I wrote and told her how badly I was suffering from depression, because I thought I could rely on her to help me at least by listening. She never even called.
She also felt it necessary to get on her high moral horse and cast the first stone to save the finer feelings of someone she cared little about knowing full well she would end our friendship.
I don't know what pisses me off more about it; her treachery or the fact that my friendship didn't mean anything to her at all and I got played.
It was more than 10 years ago and I'm still haven't really reconciled it with myself. Why do I hang onto so much anger about it?
Not a very good Buddhist. Ohm.

Feminism: 2009 style? I bloody well hope not.

I was walking my dog today and I heard on the radio a song by Mahalia (daughter of Jimmy) Barnes. The song was called How Strong is a Woman, with the following lyric:

"I had a mind to join the women's liberation/ that was before I had the touch of love's sweet sensation."
Now if it takes all my strength to make my man feel tall/ Then I'd rather be weak in love than have no love at all."

Hey, awesome way to pay tribute to all the sisters who helped you take for granted that you're a young independent woman with your own career, Mahalia.

So, by rights, being married and having two children, I probably should have given my husband my drivers licence and the bank details and just be lying on the floor so people can wipe their feet on me in the manner of a door mat in order to make sure my husband doesn't feel I'm getting too jolly big for my boots.

I can't believe a young woman in 2009 would admit to thinking such a thing, much less writing it down. God, what's going on?

If you expect equal rights for men and women (and I suspect Mahalia wouldn't like to have her right to vote taken away on account of her sex, or her drivers licence, or her right to work) then you are a feminist. Why are women scared of calling themselves a feminist when that's really what most of us are? Feminism and a fulfilling relationship with a man are not mutually exclusive.

Fucktards who judge others and say stupid stuff generally

OK, I don't like writing all in capitals, it really goes against the sub editor in me, but THIS MADE ME REALLY ANGRY.

(Actually, it also makes me angry that the SMH covered this. Why give this retard oxygen?)

This guy tried to blame the fires on the decriminalisation of abortion in Victoria.

This is so all sorts of wrong, I just don't know where to begin.

A general theme and hatred of mine is the speed with which people judge others and decide their own world view is the one everyone else should live by.

What I'd love is for people like this mentalist to see that his house is in order in terms of his actions on his values and ethics. Does he help people in need like the amazing work of the Salvation Army in counselling prisoners convicted of the most heinous crimes? Does he feed the homeless and all comers without judgment and moral high handedness? How about trying to be an actual Christian, it would really help.

I don't know anyone who has gone through the horrendous experience of an abortion without doing the most serious soul searching just about anyone can do and being permantly affected by the experience - myself included.

No-one has an abortion without a heavy heart and a lot of misgivings. How dare someone impose their religious beliefs on anyone who makes this decision. How can someone else decide this is right or wrong for this person? Interesting too how often men are outspoken on the issue.

There are very few things (well, actually, it's a growing list as I get older and crankier) which make me as furious as the mealy mouthed protestors outside abortion clinics. I often wonder if these people with their little foetus dolls have a clear conscience about all of the decisions and choices they have made in their lives?

If you're passionately against abortion, then let your intellect and passion make a sound argument against it. And by all means, don't have one.

But how about you stop wasting your time by terrorising people in what is their darkest hours and abide by a real Christian moral code. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, anyone? That's John 8:7 by the way, Pastor Danny Nalliah, are you familiar with it?