… to Australian women feature writers|journalists
You’re lucky, of course – lucky to be around in these times of social networking clients of one kind or another … No: I mean, lucky that you’re young enough to’ve grown up with them so as to be able to adopt any with ease and facility, knowing which to use to reach whom.
You’re well-educated and have chosen to concentrate your studies in areas that help you interrelate with others of like mind.
You’re strong enough to not give a rat’s arse when trolls and bigots of all kinds get stuck into you: in fact, I believe you enjoy it! :-)
You present us with facts housed within writing of such superior quality as to render it totally interesting, not to say riveting.
You’re passionate about what you believe in, and yet you manage without apparent effort not to let that affect your writing. (Me, I splutter with rage and chaotic phraseology when I write on what I care really deeply about.)
Some of you manage to run households with children while keeping up a fairly constant stream of intelligent output …
Truly, ladies – I don’t know how you do it.
All I do know is that when I was your age(s) there was no method of reaching lots of people, unless it were via some editor willing to publish one’s outpourings. I don’t regret it: I was never as well-informed as are all of you; and those things that grabbed me didn’t carry the weight of what the world is doing to itself today.
But I think I’m lucky, too. Lucky because I don’t need to look forward to all that much more of participating in what life has become, even in the lucky country. Ten years? – fifteen? … something like that. I shan’t regret them, either, when they let me know they’re tired of me.
I’m glad not to be facing half a life of not understanding where idealogy has gone; of having to choose between Rudds and Abbotts at election; glad that there aren’t all that many more years of wondering where the great interviewers have gone (and reflecting on Red Kezza’s retirement because, I think, he couldn’t bear the nightly dose of pollies any more).
But you lot are incredibly timely: with the slow death of newspapers there has never been more need for people to be writing as you do.
I haven’t found you all yet: so far I’ve managed to discover Victoria Rollinson and Paula Matthewson and Kathryn Crosby and Jane Gilmore and Margo Kingston and Cate Kennedy and Michaela McGuire and Lyn Calcutt and Alison Parkes; and I know there are dozens of others. Some of you are not accessible for the simple reason that I’m not a Facebooker or a tweep; but then, what good to me would be 140 words at a time?
ANYWAY. I want to let you know that your mothers’ and in some cases your grandmothers’ generations, as represented by moi, appreciate you. And admire you. No envy: just quiet pleasure at knowing that you’re all out there, writing away with expertise and helping us comprehend the important things through your skill.
Thank you all.