Make something beautiful before you are dead.

Posted by Marieke
Wednesday 06 November 2013


Witness the fitness.

Posted by Marieke
Sunday 29 September 2013



Prime Minister Tony Abbott has revealed the secret to overcoming a ‘rough day’ at work is a long run with his daughters.

While many Australian workers head to the pub or the couch, Mr. Abbott says he tries to head outdoors at least once a day to exercise.‘ – Sunday Herald Sun, 29/9/2013

And what better way to avoid pesky questions about dead children than by letting off some of that steam?

Ladies and gentlemen, your trim and terrific Prime Minister – Anthony John Abbott:

(via Candice Wyatt)

I didn't vote for this.

Posted by Marieke
Thursday 19 September 2013

A letter in today’s Age:

‘I didn’t vote for this.

Truly believing a change in federal government was essential, I voted for Mr. Abbott in all good faith. I am a woman, an experienced scientist and my mother was a successful pioneering medical doctor in the 1950’s and ‘60’s, when she overcame the narrow-minded sexist attitudes of the times.

I am profoundly disappointed with the absence of senior portfolio positions for a plethora of amazingly talented women. This is 2013, not 1955. I am also shocked by the dissolving of the single portfolio for science.

This is not what I voted for, Mr. Abbott.

  • Helen Paton, St. Kilda'

You’re right, Helen. It is shocking. I mean, who would have imagined that the man who said ‘I think it would be folly to expect that women will ever dominate or even approach equal representation in a large number of areas simply because their aptitudes, abilities and interests are different for physiological reasons’ would ever DREAM of putting together a cabinet of little pink sausages, proudly jostling for attention? Why, are we talking about the same devoted husband who leered at a team of teenage netballers during the campaign ‘A bit of body contact never hurt anyone’? That funny old ‘daggy dad’ who brought the house down by quipping ‘We have a bizarre double standard; a bizarre double standard in this country where some-one who kills a pregnant woman’s baby is guilty of murder, but a woman who aborts an unborn baby is simply exercising choice’?


It’s just a pity something handy like ‘the internet’ wasn’t nearby to help you make a more informed choice during the voting process, eh?


Enjoy the next three years.

Does this guy ever shut up?

Posted by Marieke
Friday 13 September 2013



If someone could tell Tony Abbott the campaign’s over and he no longer has to keep setting the nation’s population to swoon control with his inherently bullshit macho sexism it would be deeply appreciated.

Babes in the woods.

Posted by Marieke
Wednesday 04 September 2013

Surely using a child for this purpose:


Is as offensive as using one for this?


Hot Albo.

Posted by Marieke
Monday 02 September 2013

More like a two percent SCHWING, AM I RIGHT LADIES??


Just breathe.

Posted by Marieke
Monday 02 September 2013

In one’s darkest hour, there is always this baffling yet somehow deeply erotic footage of Vin Diesel singing Rihanna’s ‘Stay’. No, I don’t know why it happened either.

It's Time.

Posted by Marieke
Wednesday 26 June 2013

That’s enough. I don’t care. I don’t care who started it, who called who a pants-wetting crybaby, who leaked to the media, who poisoned the chalice, who finished it.

Nobody cares about that. Or we shouldn’t. Not anymore.

I care, deeply, that half-a-human Tony Abbott – a man surrounded by a terrifying team of politically and socially archaic monsters – will, if unchallenged, cruise into power at the next election.

So listen, Labor.

All of you.

It’s Time.


Today I am turning thirty-seven years of age and this is how I choose to celebrate it.

Posted by Marieke
Sunday 26 May 2013


Photograph by my darling pal Lee Sandwith.

When a hashtag makes all the difference.

Posted by Marieke
Monday 22 April 2013

From The Age, ‘They lived the dream….then tried to destroy it’.:


From Dzhokhar Tsarnaev’s Twitter account:


You’re better than this, The Age.

Or at least, you used to be.