Welcome.
Welcome to a lazy man’s blog. In this space, I promise to occasionally remember to write stuff about things that make me sit up straight on the couch.
For those who don’t know me, I’m the sports presenter on Seven’s evening news in Sydney, I host a couple of radio shows on Triple M and I once followed Tom Cruise into a restaurant toilet. But that’s not important.
So, here we are arguing the toss over whether women should be allowed to wear niqabs or burqas in our (their) country, when who should swan into town to bizarrely put the whole thing into perspective but Lady Gaga.
Yes, I said Lady Gaga.
The current drag queen of western popular culture turned up for not-so-secret gigs in Sydney’s Oxford Street this week wearing what amounted to a glittery burkha.
Veiled, head to toe. Thousands of Gagamaniacs screamed with delight that they’d caught sight of a person who may well have been their idol hiding her face especially for them. Here was womanhood at its most modern.
Despite her occasionally silly efforts to outrage, Gaga is a wonderful musical talent and has come across during her Sydney visit as an altogether sensible young woman who sleeps in till early afternoon.
Her stance on gay marriage is spot on and her articulation of the argument during a chat with doting Gaga correspondent Tracey Grimshaw was impressive.
More impressive, for example, than the dual addresses to the nation on carbon tax by our prime minister and opposition leader. They speak with all the authority, clarity, tenor and confidence of the second speaker in a Year 9 school debate. When the second speaker has been roped in at the last minute and hasn’t got a clue what the topic is.
How did it get here? How is it that a woman who has arrived on stage carried in a transparent egg and whose hair is a difference colour every third hour has more credibility than the two people charged with leading us?
(Although, to be fair, Julia Gillard’s hair is slightly Gagaesque.)
My fingers are sore so I shall stop. Speak soon.
