We’re all a bit confused about stuff right now. Like who pays for dinner on the first date? Do I walk first through doors so you can check out my arse? Does the treatment of our first female PM indicate a chunk of people in Australia are actually mental? More importantly, does a short haircut matched with unbelievably great arm definition make me a lesbian?
I invite you to come along and get on board the humanist adventure ride where we all get off it feeling sexy. Not in an objectifying picture of a barely legal girl with her norgs out on the side of a public bus kind of way. More in a – OMG seriously, feminism makes me feel like cuddling a puppy and not focusing in on whether the puppy is a boy or a girl and if it should be designated a pink or a blue collar. Let's all just start to love each colour. http://www.kirstymac.comhttps://www.facebook.com/sydneyfringe.kirstymac?ref=ts&fref=ts