We’ve never had it so good, uh huh, we’re out of the woods.
The car park at Katherine Woollies has signs at all the entries that say something like “no caravans permitted.” But every dry season, every day, there’s, and I don’t think I’m being rude here, entitled fuckers who park there anyway. Because it’s only one caravan, right? And they’ll only be like 5 minutes, right? (Hot tip – they fucking won’t be.) The entitled fuckers don’t think it’s a problem. It won’t matter, they’ll be quick. But locals deal with 10 of these entitled fuckers every day, for 90 days of the year. It’s fucking grating. This is what it’s like being a woman in an industry dominated by men. The effects of everyday misogyny, and overt sexism are cumulative. When men say things like “you’ll have to explain to your wives why their Tupperware has been thrown out when you leave your shit in the fridge,” and “sadly our mothers/spouses aren’t here to clean up after us,” and “I can’t wait to go to the Winellie on Friday arvo aha ha ha ha ha ha…” it’s not the first t...