If We Will (Where is Love?)
Sep. 22nd, 2017 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyIn these dark times, here is a nice story. Basically, a school was having an out of uniform day to raise money for a charity that helps educate girls in Africa. They were hoping to raise about $900 from the kids paying a gold coin (meaning one or two dollars) to wear casual clothes for a day. One of Australia's nuttier right-wing politicians got wind of it and tweeted his disapproval of it being called Do It In A Dress Day. I mean, encouraging boys to wear dresses! The apocalypse is surely nigh. Anyway, his tweet didn't get quite the response he was after. People started donating to support the kids instead. When I started writing this, they headline said they'd raised $150,000. I just refreshed the browser when I got the link, and the headline was up to $175,000. And that is good.
Of course, it is hard to tell if people are donating because they really care about educating girls in Africa or because they just want to spite a particularly irritating politician or maybe a bit of both. Whatever works, I suppose. Imagine what a difference that sort of amount would make to small charity.
Wheezy cough aside, I am more or less recovered, so yesterday I took myself off to work for my one day a week. They have had another bout of moving offices, so I was in a different room again. Back in my old room, in fact, where I sat for five years. "Oh, Alicia," said Jenny/NA. "Back where you belong." Temporarily, I told her several times. Like a specially flavoured Kit Kat, available for a limited time only.
I told her I'm really only here because we're renovating the bathroom and I haven't had access to a loo for three days. (Three days, f-list. THREE DAYS.) She said, "Oh, have a look at my renovations!" and got out her phone. She said, "Look, I made the curtains myself last weekend," and it was lovely, f-list, but there was something... odd about it. I have been to Jenny/NA's house, and this was not it and this was not her furniture. And the proportions were strange. She must have been standing on a ladder to get the angle of looking down onto her new white Eames chair. I said, sincerely, that it was really nice, and then: "Have you been playing with tilt-shift photography to make it look toy-sized?"
She laughed and said, "It's a doll house! It's my new hobby! I've stopped working such stupid hours and I'm using the evenings to make my dream house in miniature."
I said that it was much nicer than my actual house. And you know what, f-list? It really was.
(When I got home, the new loo was installed. Huzzah!)
Of course, it is hard to tell if people are donating because they really care about educating girls in Africa or because they just want to spite a particularly irritating politician or maybe a bit of both. Whatever works, I suppose. Imagine what a difference that sort of amount would make to small charity.
Wheezy cough aside, I am more or less recovered, so yesterday I took myself off to work for my one day a week. They have had another bout of moving offices, so I was in a different room again. Back in my old room, in fact, where I sat for five years. "Oh, Alicia," said Jenny/NA. "Back where you belong." Temporarily, I told her several times. Like a specially flavoured Kit Kat, available for a limited time only.
I told her I'm really only here because we're renovating the bathroom and I haven't had access to a loo for three days. (Three days, f-list. THREE DAYS.) She said, "Oh, have a look at my renovations!" and got out her phone. She said, "Look, I made the curtains myself last weekend," and it was lovely, f-list, but there was something... odd about it. I have been to Jenny/NA's house, and this was not it and this was not her furniture. And the proportions were strange. She must have been standing on a ladder to get the angle of looking down onto her new white Eames chair. I said, sincerely, that it was really nice, and then: "Have you been playing with tilt-shift photography to make it look toy-sized?"
She laughed and said, "It's a doll house! It's my new hobby! I've stopped working such stupid hours and I'm using the evenings to make my dream house in miniature."
I said that it was much nicer than my actual house. And you know what, f-list? It really was.
(When I got home, the new loo was installed. Huzzah!)