Oh So Lazily

Today I finished watching the miniseries Lost in Austen with Jemima Rooper. It is a very cheesy, chick flick style mini series. Every girls dream that suddenly they are transported back in time and take Elizabeth Bennet’s place in Pride and Prejudice. I have to admit that I don’t recall watching Colin Firth in Pride and Prejudice and swooning, in fact I don’t recall seeing it at all or reading the book so these characters were pretty new too me.

All that being said, I think I have been struck down with the Darcy effect. Oh my, but Elliot Cowan was lovely! I loved his glares and looks of frustration and confusion. I don’t know if he would be considered in the rank of Colin Firth but I think he was incredible.

So why is it that we all swoon over the the mean Mr Darcy? Why is it he that thousands of women fantasise over than, perhaps, the lovely Mr Bingley? He is a kind, wealthy man that thinks with his heart! What’s not to love?

I couldn’t say, though I never once thought of Mr Bingley… not after seeing Darcy anyway.

So now that I have Darcy fever I am getting the book from the library and looking for any film adaptions I think I am obsessed after just a few stares and snarks. I can’t help but wonder what the book Darcy will bring for me.

We all know that technology is a wonder. I know I lived in a time before Mobiles, internet and even mp3s but I wonder how I would survive without it now. Especially the internet, I shudder to think.

As with the joys comes the lows of technology. Ever email or text someone and get that second where you think you might have sent it to just the wrong person? That the person you were whining or complaining about just got something very interesting in their inbox. What do you do? What can you do? Hyperventilate and pretend it was all a joke? Sounds like a plan

Have you ever been the recipient of one of these circumstances? Ever received an email and thought “Huh, really don’t think this was meant for me”? What did you do? Did you let the person know about their mistake, or let them live in ignorance?
On Friday afternoon a colleague forgot to add me to an important email, they quickly rectified their mistake and sent me a copy… however they sent me a copy that had a few responses to the original email. Oh my, did I learn a thing or two. Things definitely not for my eyes.
What have I done? Well, I’m going full steam ahead giving them the impression I never received it. I think we’re all better off.

Today, for the first time in Australian history we have a female prime minister. It is a fairly big event but I can’t help but be let down. The media is making a huge deal out of it but really, we didn’t vote for her, the Labor party voted for her.

I think I’ll be more excited when it comes to election time and the people of Australia vote her in. I’d love to see it but there are many things working against her. One of which is that she is a single sucessful career woman. Yes, I know, generally this wouldn’t be cause for concern however people appear to believe that only family people can run a country. It is upsetting that a person’s personal life speaks louder than their career achievements. This is actually a shining example of it because I have no idea who she was before she was deputy Prime Minister.

It was big news about 9:30 this morning so a few of us were chatting at work and then one of my female colleagues joined in and her first comments were “why would we vote for her? She just wishes she had a dick!” This coming from a female colleague, I was so incredibly shocked! She then went on to comment about how “the dyke” won’t get votes. Argh, it sounded so repulsive! This coming from a woman who has children AND grandchildren, apparently one of her children is gay and that is how she talks! I was completed disgusted.

This is only one example. There is also daily talk about her hair style and her this and her that. She is going to have to be beautiful and smart to win over our population. It is frustrating to see that none of our previous prime ministers have ever had to go through the same ordeal.