Behind every editor there is a cat.
This is the view from where I’m sitting at my computer, writing reviews and periodically checking to see if my comment on Nicolle Flint’s inflammatory opinion piece is put up. Not surprisingly, my query about whether she’s actually read key sociological works prior to writing her anti-feminist piece has not been approved; I even suggested some reading material for Nicolle, written by male 21st century authors such as Associate Professor Anthony McMahon (Taking Care of Men: Sexual Politics in the Public Mind) and Doctor Ken Dempsey (Inequalities in Marriage: Australia and Beyond). I urged Nicolle to employ a fact-checker like Alan Jones before presenting her biases as a form of journalism.
Smokey has supervised me assiduously throughout this process. We’ve both waited with baited breath for the Age moderator to approve my comment but alas! Comments made later than mine are now online and my little comment founded on an understanding of sociology with research into gender inequality appears to have been malleted. I’ll just take my three degrees – Bachelor of Arts, Graduate Diploma of Social Science and Master of Social Science – bowing to the superior intellect of a PhD candidate whose opinion piece is remarkable in its absence of academic rigour.
Under Smokey’s supervision I’ve also written a review of Dragon Age: Dawn of the Seeker that I’ll proof later and publish, as well as beginning a review of the Iron King by Maurice Druon. The Iron King novel out on 1 January, so I’m not sure whether I’ll publish this review now or wait until January.
Throughout all of this Smokey sat on hubby’s chair in front of hubby’s computer supervising me over here. It wasn’t until I’d nearly finished writing this blog that she arose with a flick of her tail, leaping to the floor to stroll into the kitchen for a snack before disappearing. The weather is quite windy this morning, following on from the rain Smokey so loathes, so I suspect Smokey is now in hiding until calm prevails.