I was in the second year of an overseas posting working for a multi-national publishing company in Maidenhead, England. One day the Managing Director of the U.K. Publishing house I worked for stopped me in the foyer as I was leaving the building. I was about to start a three-day road trip visiting university towns in the North of England to jag some new authors for the … [Read more...]
“Oy – are you looking at my bum?” – Segregation and the Australian swim centre.
The reason why we have segregated change rooms is so that we can boldly wander around naked without worrying that we are being stared at, isn’t it? It also prevents timid members of the opposite sex (and children) from being traumatized by our flaunting our natural assets, doesn’t it? Why shy? In the change-room we can drop out jeans without the crazy beach car-park ritual of … [Read more...]