Here I am once again, sitting in the Architecture library at the same time, waiting for my Art History tutorial to start. Two new things have occurred since last week, however. Big M have introduced their egg flip flavour, and I am currently tasting this limited edition tastiness. The other not-quite-as-important news is that it has just been confirmed within the last hour that the Labor government are to continue to govern this vast land with a female Prime Minister who has been elected voluntarily by the people, and, well, chosen by the independents as well. This is what I have been waiting for. Being the crazy lesbian feminist nazi that I am (was), having women break through Australia's stupid glass ceiling is a big relief. With a female Prime Minister, the only higher power than her is the female Governor General, whose actions are dictated by the female Queen (but we all want a Republic anyway so this is not that relevant to the current left-wing female euphoria that we are all experiencing, are we not?).

All this feminine power could not have come sooner, as I am slowly but surely sinking into the imprisoning dome that is domesticity. Turns out there was a dormant domestic nature within me. I am becoming excited by the prospect of home decor and kitchen appliances. Tonight I shall be cooking dinner which I have been looking forward to for two days. I am becoming satisfied with the idea of teaching little children: that traditional occupation that has always been accepted as one that women are inherently good at. I guess the fact that I don't have a single nurturing bone in my body (womb) is comforting, as I do not have that inherent instinct for motherhood. Well, yet, anyway. Now let's all get abortions to celebrate this important day in Australian political (and women's) history. FUCK YOU TONY A.