Monday, May 2, 2011

Bin Laden is dead and I have country envy.

The Fairytale is complete - the girl got her prince and the witch, in effect, is dead. In the wise words of the Munchkins of Oz, ding dong.

Throughout this afternoon, Monday May 2nd 2011, the news of Osama Bin Laden's death has spread with infectious relief across the world. Goosebump inducing footage of American patriotism at its most heightened graces my television screen as I write. And it is graceful. Cheers and chants of 'USA! USA!' fill the air surrounding The White House; people gather, somewhat more somberly, at Ground Zero, the site of the unspeakable and utterly surreal horror that took place almost a decade ago.

Hastily prepared posters are thrust into the air, people feel compelled to stand on their seats at baseball stadiums and the sheer jubilation is palpable as President Obama confirms the news, happily and with unwavering confidence: Bin Laden is dead. So Mr Trump, turns out the President and Commander in Chief did in fact have bigger things to worry about than supplying you with a copy his birth certificate.

As I watch these images tonight and share my relief and satisfaction with the world, the subject of patriotism springs to mind - do we have any? It is obvious our Yankee partners have it in spades, but I have to wonder, what would it take for Australians to gather, sing the anthem and wave our flags in the air? Al Qaeda orchestrated some of the most horrendous crimes against humanity in modern history, including of course, September 11 and the Bali Bombings, during which hundreds of innocent Australians were killed. We lost our people too. So we have full rights to be damn happy about this news. Flag waving, anthem singing, fist pumping levels of happy. But I don't have to head to Fed Square or Parliament House to know there won't be flags or anthems. We just don't do it.

Americans could write the book on patriotism. In fact I'd put money on the fact that there is one such book in existence. After spending a year living in the States, I can personally vouch for the strength and loyalty of Team America (good movie).
Be it 4th of July (that's Independence Day - the real one, minus Will Smith and aliens), or Thanksgiving, or Remembrance Day, or just the general attitude towards the armed forces (unequivocal respect). So where do I sign up? I want in. I work well in a team, my CV says so. I have country envy. While we're on the topic, I also have President envy. Seriously, the man just steps in front of a microphone and I'm convinced of whatever it is he might be about to tell me. Yes we can Barack! Yes we can!

Just to clarify, I love Australia and I love being Australian. I feel so lucky to be a citizen of this country (mostly because it means I never have to do the citizenship test - I would fail for sure). But I'm sure I'm not alone in saying that on a day like this, a large part of me wants to do the flag waving, anthem singing and stranger hugging thing with my fellow country folk. You know, go team.

I think America's patriotic nature has a lot to do with its history and the fact that the country has been around for a while. They've been through a fair bit of action. Patriots breed little patriots. It's not something you can create, it's just there or it's not. And despite my focus on the flags and the singing, it runs a whole lot deeper than that. It's in your blood. It's a feeling of genuine and unconditional pride for your country and honestly, I think it's just one of those things America's got down pat. Much like pizza and well priced clothes. Snaps to us for doing coffee and beaches better. As my Dad always said, we're all good at something.

So it's clearly not over, this whole terrorism business. Backlash, revenge, travel warnings and all that. Al Qaeda isn't one person. We get it.
But let's just have today for us. Let's enjoy, revel, gloat and fist pump. Because as far as news goes, it's good. Today, we win. Go team.

Oh and Osama - don't even think about resting in peace.


What are your thoughts?

P&P xx



Friday, April 29, 2011

So here I go...

Well hello there.

Welcome to Pudding & Pie, aptly named after my love of both pudding and pie, in addition to the fact that I am a Georgie, hopefully not a Porgie Georgie, but a Georgie no less and well, you know the rhyme.

I am a writer. And so, here is my blog. A place to share my thoughts (or yours, lovely future readers of mine). It is a place to vent, fume, rant, rave, gloat, shine, be happy and be sad. Whatever floats your boat and blows your hair back is welcome here.

On this day, the 29th of April 2011, the launch of Pudding & Pie will be ever so slightly overshadowed by some wedding in England. They nabbed the best church, a fair few photographers and solid media coverage to boot. Congrats to Will and Kate, I love a good fairytale and wish them every happiness in the world.

That right there is the extent of my pre-royal wedding discussion - nothing I say here would be new, exciting or fresh so let's leave it there and y'all (I'm not a yank, I just love saying y'all, so I'm just going to do it.) can wait with bated breath for my post-royal wedding discussion. There will be a strong focus on the dress and the kiss. To all the haters, get over it. It's newsworthy. It's romantic. Suck it up, it will be over soon.

The reason why today of all days, I finally Googled 'blog' (I really did do that), found out what was the best one (read: clicked the first result listed) and subsequently navigated my way through the setup process, is this: I just love to write. And I want to do more of it, so as the title says, here I go.

There is no theme to Pudding & Pie because I love too many things to limit it to, say, fashion. Or baking pies. Or current events. Or Bensimon shoes. Or cooking Jamie Oliver 30 Minute meals. Or OPI nail polish. (Note: I love all of those things, and can assure you they will be written about.)

I visit victoriassecret.com about as much as I visit theage.com.au, then I'll jump right on over to people.com, meanwhile Facebook, Twitter and Linked In are all open at the same time. I'm no good at doing one thing at a time. And also, why on earth wouldn't you be online shopping from America right now? Have you even SEEN the dollar?! I mean really, it would just be rude not to.

I love magazines and I could literally bathe in celebrity gossip. This does not make me stupid or vapid. I know more about celebrities and who they are pashing/dating/marrying/divorcing than I care to admit. This knowledge has a tendency to sneak out in conversation when people (idiots) ask who someone is married to or dating, like say, Ryan Phillipe. Obviously he is dating Amanda Seyfried of Mean Girls and Dear John fame. Pfft. Like I said, idiots.

But I don't say this out loud. I say something like 'Oh, I think he's seeing that actress...you know, she's blonde...she was in Mean Girls, I think. Anyway, who even KNOWS such frivolous information! Scoff scoff. Hand me the Fin Review." I don't read, and have never read, the Fin Review but I have found the best way to pretend you do, is to call it the Fin Review. Crafty.

So as you can see, my stream of consciousness will explode all over this page on a regular basis. This is particularly likely when I am incredibly happy/sad/enraged about a thing, an event or an issue. My mind is a busy place. This is probably already evident by my love and possible overuse of brackets - what a wonderful way to inject a potentially irrelevant thought into a sentence.

As Julie, of Julie and Julia fame once said, "I could write a blog. I have thoughts."

I do. And I very much hope you enjoy reading some of them.

P&P xx