Nineteen75

I’ve always been a feminist.  A unwavering, unapologetic, opinionated feminist even as a young person and as a teen.   Then reality hit, as it does for miiiiillllliiiioooooooonnnnnnnnsssssss of women around the world.  I got married and had a baby, and all of sudden I did not have the luxury of uncompromised principles.  I had responsibilities and duties and a love for this tiny human that overshadowed everything else.  And to be honest I forgot to care.  I found myself in a world of babies, and breastfeeding and parenting and I quite liked it.  I found a strength, embracing the total-woman package.  It was actually liberating for me – I'd found a version of femininity that fit, as I’ve never connected to other stereotypical associations of being female.  Even in hindsight, my world was full of amazing women, living the lives they wanted, with supportive loving partners – empowering women to be in charge of their bodies, their worlds and their health.  Many feminists in this w

George Michael on loop I woke to the news that 53-year-old singer George Michael had died.  2016 is becoming a year known for famous deaths such as David Bowie, Prince... and my own personal disappointment Alan Rickman who was my favourite character in the most memorable movie of my teen years (Robin Hood) Prince of Thieves, who passionately spat out a threat to cut his enemy’s heart out with a spoon.  If he’d been a singer I would’ve played his music on loop for days.  But George. George Michael’s music was part of ‘growing up’, a staple of my music collection – in the days of cassettes and cassette players.  Each cassette was bought with hard earned money.  Music collections were a status symbol, a significant change from today’s access via music streaming of today.  I once bought cassettes, then CDS, now I don’t buy any physical product; I pay $12 a month for unlimited access to most music (not Taylor Swift apparently, but I haven’t personally noticed).  In my early teens, m