Just finished listening to the audiobook of “My Brilliant Career,” a work of classic Australian literature. I loved the descriptions of life in the bush in the 1890’s, but GAHHHHH, Sybylla frustrated me almost as much as Jo March! I was so annoyed I had to call Jody Podbury and complain. Jody pointed out the limitations on women’s lives at that time, but I still maintain that life with Harold Beecham would’ve been a damn sight happier than a noble life of peasant drudgery in the bush. Ugh. Now I need a chaser, something with an actual happy ending…
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.