15 May 2018

Dear Celebrity

I see you in the magazines and on the internet and on posters and in movies and basically everywhere and I know that I don't know you at all even when I feel like I do.

I know that being famous doesn't mean you're rich, and that being rich doesn't mean you are famous.

But I do know one thing.

When I am rich and famous (or just rich), I have no intention of keeping it real.

I see your interviews where you talk about keeping it real in your billion dollar mansion where you still do all your own cleaning and take your kids to school.

I see pictures of you in your designer sneakers shopping at the supermarket before you go home and make your own meals.

I see you holding hands with your kids on the ferris wheel or snuggling into their cute faces as the paparazzi shamelessly invade your personal space on a family holiday so that magazines sell.

I see you spruik your movies or your songs or your designs and I know that isn't necessarily the real you. I know that you make your money selling stuff and that you have to walk the walk, and talk the talk, so we give you money.

I know that being in the public eye isn't easy. But I make this solemn vow right now. If I am ever as rich and famous (or just rich) as you, I'm not going to keep it real.  I'm going to make it UNREAL.

I am going to pay somebody to cook my food and put away my clothes and clean my house. Sure, I'll be happy to make popcorn occasionally, and I'm happy to give away gazillions to charity. But there is a small part of me, an insanely selfish part of me, that would gladly pay for someone to do all the stuff I don't like to do. Like cook and clean or shop. That's right, if I can also afford to have somebody go and buy my jeans and sneakers - I'd outsource that too.

I'll be happy to hang out with my family and do all the ferris wheels and smooching bits. I'll keep that real - because that's the unreal part of MY real. Even now, when my bank accounts are as empty as a politicians promise.

But you will never see me quoted in a magazine or anywhere talking about how I like to keep things real.  Never. You can totally quote me on that.


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9 May 2018

Dear Parents of Teens

Dear Parent of Teens,

A quick historical recap to start. As you know, teenagers were only invented in the post depression era, coming into their own post-WWII and were of course, they were American to start with.  The evolution of the teenager as we know them today, is almost 80 years in the making - resulting in psychologists, fashion designers and movie makers making an absolute motza of dosh over the years. 

As time has passed, and we have learned to treat children as humans (a relatively recent phenomena you have to agree), the teenager has become better understood - all that pesky hormones and developing brain stuff. No less frustrating of course. In fact they tend to be down right infuriating but we know enough to know that 'this too shall pass'.

Of course, my children are not yet teenagers, not even tweenagers, and are perfect, so this is all hypothetical to me. But I was the best parent EVER before I actually had children, so I'm definitely able to help you now.

I admit to being somewhat in awe of the modern teenager.  When I in my early teens, for some reason I can't remember, I took two $50 notes out of my mothers purse and hid them by taping to the wall behind my dresser.  Of course I was busted, my mother furious and I consequently spent some time in the salt mines.

Compare that with the lad that stole his parents credit card, took himself to Bali, stayed in a hotel and lived it up for a while, until they had to fly over and collect him. His mother SOLD the story to the media, and just calmly said "He doesn't like the word No" and "I don't think he'll do it again." No salt mines for him. Just Current Affair thank you very much and probably shit loads of kudos at school.

I mean that kid - he took teenage rebellion to a whole new level. I just hope he was brought up as Catholic as I was and is still feeling guilty thirty years later. Somehow though, I doubt it.

On the whole I love the chutzpah of teenagers today though. While some of them are skiving off and going to Bali, there are the ones like American Emma Gonz├ílez who stands up to Drumpf and is an advocate for gun control, There is our own Rooan Al Kalmashi who uses her experience to advocate for refugee rights and encourages young people to become active citizens, or the delightful Bassam Maliki who set up Ubelonghere, an a project that fosters a culture of welcoming and inclusiveness around Australia and raises funds to support homeless youth and asylum seekers. 

Add to them Bindi Irwin, Melati and Isabel Wigsen, Gavin Grimm, Molly Burke, Mikaila Ulmer, Rayouf Alhumedhi, Chloe Kim, Krtin Nithiyanandam, Simone Biles - so many teenagers that have channeled all that energy into doing things most adults won't ever. Google them. It makes you feel better about the future. Trust me. 




Of course, the vast majority of teenagers are going to be ordinary just like us. They'll break the rules, get busted doing things they shouldn't do, give their parents grief, and generally drive us insane. They'll make friends, develop their own way of thinking, give voice to their own opinions and generally do the whole growing up thing. They will test the boundaries - emotionally, physically and mentally. They'll basically behave like humans. But without the experience. 

It wont be easy necessarily, and to be honest, it's not always fun - for them or for you. But I honestly believe the future is in good hands despite that. This next generation of kids is growing up in a world that is actually more accepting despite what the media says. They are caring about the world so that it doesn't blow up. They are standing up for each other. They don't give a rats who you love or what religion you are. Not being discriminated against on the basis of your gender is something they are starting to take for granted. They give a shit about things that are outside of their own small bubbles. They are fierce and passionate and seem to do a lot less smoking behind libraries. They are loud. 

So this stage of life isn't about you or the quality of your parenting. This is just about loving those teenagers for who they are. This is about loving them when they forget to love themselves. This is about avoiding anything written by Maggie Dent or that Biddulph fellow and just trusting yourself. 

Because you, you're awesome. That's where they get it from! 

Much love
Me xx

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