loordee:

what the fuck new zealand


Sounds about right

loordee:

what the fuck new zealand

Sounds about right

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thirstybaby:

why is everyone mutual friends with everyone in new zealand can’t i get a break

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Bret McKenzie talking about being in The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit (x)

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Why are there so few women voices in comedy? It’s not because women are shit at comedy. It’s because comedy doesn’t really seem like a safe space for women. If I was a woman considering doing standup comedy and I sat in Reginald D Hunter’s show, or Brendhan Lovegrove’s show and heard how standup comics view women, I’d think “fuck this. I’m not going into this bearpit”. And men, that’s our fault. So hey, if you’re going to be a male standup comic, don’t be a asshole.

From Dave Cormack at The Ruminator.

I’m so glad he said it, because I’ve wanted to but I’ve honestly been a) afraid of doing so and the kinds of responses I will get, as a woman, making such a statement, and b) stuck on how to phrase it concisely because of lack of brain space (I’ve been involved in five shows this fest). 

We go on and on about what to do about women in comedy, and people say things like ‘Women just don’t want to do it, why force it’ and ‘What do you want, a quota? THAT’S REVERSE SEXIST’ and no one is prepared to say ‘Maybe we should stop tolerating sexist material and micro aggressions and pretending that a hostile work environment somehow doesn’t exist in the comedy industry’. 

Anyway, go read the whole thing, it’s good. 

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takealookatyourlife:

What the fuck New Zealand Herald?
Today is Waitangi Day, a day that commemorates the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi - an arguably fraudulent document which gave the Crown the right to govern New Zealand i.e. the white colonisation of New Zealand. 
One of our biggest national news papers today printed this on the front page. The New Zealand Herald is so proud of their promise to erase the Maori protests of this day, the day their culture, land, religion, language and heritage was signed away. 
Not to mention the white fist. If that doesn’t scream white supremacy, I don’t know what does. 
I am mad.

takealookatyourlife:

What the fuck New Zealand Herald?

Today is Waitangi Day, a day that commemorates the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi - an arguably fraudulent document which gave the Crown the right to govern New Zealand i.e. the white colonisation of New Zealand. 

One of our biggest national news papers today printed this on the front page. The New Zealand Herald is so proud of their promise to erase the Maori protests of this day, the day their culture, land, religion, language and heritage was signed away. 

Not to mention the white fist. If that doesn’t scream white supremacy, I don’t know what does. 

I am mad.

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Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.

Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.

Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.”

"Resistance heroine who led 7,000 men against the Nazis," The Independent. (via madelinecoleman)

"strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands"

"too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements"

"don’t give me that French shit."

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tinnyhouse:

anagrammaton:

to be fair if there’s a good question on mythology i might actually do that just because i fucking love māori mythology so much.

when my girlfriend can’t sleep i recite the creation cycle for her, it’s brutal as hell. the primordial sky father and earth mother hug each other so tight their skin fuses together and their sons are crammed between them, so the kids tear them apart and the oceans and rivers are formed out of their blood. 

later on the storm god (who didn’t want to separate their parents) tries to murder everyone and the god of war defeats him, then beats the shit out of his brothers and eats their children for cowardice. that same god of war is humanity’s adopted father (it’s mythologically complex ok) and its because the other gods were cowards that humans have the right to fish, hunt, forage for food and harvest vegetables. 

OH and the god of the forest is the one who created the first human (a woman) but then he commits incest with their daughter and when she discovers that her husband is also her dad she flips her shit, moves to the underworld and becomes the goddess of death. her name is Hine-nui-te-Pō which means Great Woman of the Night and she’s my fave. she’s really nice and kind and loving and she’s the size of a mountain and has obsidian teeth in her vagina

aaa you forgot the best part

when maui figures that the way to cheat death is to go up hine-nui-te-po’s vagina and out through her mouth and he tells all his bird friends not to laugh or else he gets crushed by her obsidian/greenstone vajizzle shards. a fantail couldn’t hold it in cause he looked like a worm wriggling through (cause who doesn’t laugh at a tiny worm dude trying to work his way through a vagina) and she crushes maui to death in her own vag.

maori mythology is so fuckin boss

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My trip to Auckland, also known as Thanks For the Nice Weather Weekend.

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paranoidjapandroid:

"no" is too serious

"nope" is too casual

"nah" is just right

"yeah, nah" is perfect

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bon-sigh:

the national newspaper’s statement on the post-earthquake weather

bon-sigh:

the national newspaper’s statement on the post-earthquake weather

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At every age and every stage

dianerevoluta:

At age 3, my first meaningful interactions with a woman working in business are with my Secretary Barbie.

Age age 4, imagining the future is to see myself having a house and a lawn and kids to run on the lawn.

Between the ages of 5 and 10, I am conditioned to be empathetic, sensitive and kind, while my male classmates are taught to be hard-working, resilient and confident.

At age 11, when family friends come over for dinner, I watch as the women busy themselves cleaning up the meal while the men sit in the lounge discussing politics.

At age 13, I go to high school and realise that smart girls are not attractive girls, and my popularity would be better served if I sit slumped in the back of a classroom feigning disinterest rather than eagerly answering questions.

At age 14, upon losing the regional debating final, a guy from the other team shakes my hand, smirks and says that “for a girls team, you put up a good fight”.

At age 17, not one career advisor or teacher or adult suggests I should consider politics as a career, despite the fact I am that 17-year-old who is on all of the youth councils and student bodies, I am a debater, and I show an interest in political issues.

At age 18, I go to university and find myself in law lectures and tutorials being talked over and shouted down. I am told if I want to do well in this career, I need to “toughen” (read: man) up.

At age 22, I go to a party and some dude wants to talk about abortion rights – because that’s a fun and purely abstract debate – and then tells me I should “calm down” about the fact he is telling me I should not have a say over my own body.

At age 23, my grandparents’ first question to me is still “do you have a boyfriend”.

At age 24, I sit around the table at a meeting of people in similar entry-level jobs and remark on the fact there are 13 other women and only one man. He’s our boss.

At age 25, I am made to laugh along to jokes about how Julia Gillard is just an angry, barren ginger who is married to a gay guy haha it’s just a joke why can’t you take a joke take a joke oi.

At age 30, when I decide I want to have kids I am told I should be able to juggle my career and parenthood – a full-time job in itself, and if I fail to do both then I’m just not cut out to be A Career Woman.

At age 32, I ask my firm whether I can work part-time and they say “of course!” and then mentally dump me in the basket of other part-time mothers who will never be partners because they can’t be relied upon to work until midnight every night. I am not given important clients or challenging work, and as a result I see my career begin to stagnate.

At age 34, I miss the staff Christmas function, which involves playing golf and then “getting on the piss”, because I am at home looking after my child with the flu. At the staff Christmas party, three younger and less experienced men stay up until 3am drinking whiskey with one of the partners. All three get promoted the following year.

Between the ages of 25 and 35, I lead community groups and volunteer countless hours to issues about which I care. However, when seeking a new role in a firm, I am told this irrelevant to the position.

At age 40, I decide I want to go into politics. At party meetings, I meet countless men who automatically discount every single word that comes out of my mouth purely because I am a woman.

At age 41, seeking promotion to the party list, I have advisors telling me that it “wouldn’t hurt” if I lost a little weight and suggesting a range of lipsticks that would suit my skin tone.

At age 42, seeking election, I have to be prepared for the fact that instead of just my grandparents enquiring as to whether I had a boyfriend, my love life – or the lack thereof – is going to plastered across women’s magazines and gossiped about over water coolers.

And if at age 45, I was put forward as a candidate for the party list and that position had been made available to women because of the continuing marked lack of women in politics, I would be told I “just got it because I was a woman”. Meanwhile, no man, ever, is told that he only got the position because every other card was stacked in his favour.

At every age, I get told that to be a female politician is to be ugly, aggressive and unlikable.

At every age, I have my appearance scrutinised, any changes in my size or wrinkles on my face reported, and my decision to have or not to have children considered the subject of legitimate debate.

At every age, I am told that it is all OK now because we had a female prime minister, governor general and Chief Justice, as if these exceptions have become the rule.

And today, I am told that it’s not fair that there would be measures aimed at ensuring women enter politics. I am told it is not fair that a party would aim to ensure still less than 50% of its MPs are women. I could be forgiven for thinking that a representative democracy should not be made to be representative.

I am lead to believe that affirmative action in politics means having worthy and deserving men lined up at the door for a position and then going and plucking the first female off the street. I am meant to disregard the fact women still face both institutional and overt discrimination – be it in politics, wider employment or society in general.

If you think affirmative action is about giving women jobs over men, you ignore the fact every other aspect of politics is geared towards men. You ignore that the culture of politics is inherently masculine. This is not a market that will simply correct itself. This isn’t about giving women special treatment or advantage. It’s about recognising that across society – at every age and every stage – males have received special treatment and advantage. If we’re really worried about fairness and equity, let’s get up in arms about that.  

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nicolaaarrr:


Abandoned house. Wellington, New Zealand.By brian nz

This is on my street! Although it looks like it’s in the countryside, it’s actually like 5 minutes from the CBD of a capital city. Typical Wellington.

nicolaaarrr:

Abandoned house. Wellington, New Zealand.
By brian nz

This is on my street! Although it looks like it’s in the countryside, it’s actually like 5 minutes from the CBD of a capital city. Typical Wellington.

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caravanslost:

Our city council is having an argument with a local puddle.
(Hat-tip to Forcedirected!)

caravanslost:

Our city council is having an argument with a local puddle.

(Hat-tip to Forcedirected!)

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