Saturday, April 11, 2026

Would You Date a Hunchback? Be Honest.

Let’s not pretend we’re better than we are.

If someone walked into a room - confident, funny, interesting - but with a visibly curved spine, a pronounced hump, or a body that didn’t fit the neat, symmetrical template we’re used to… most people would hesitate.

Not out loud. Never out loud. But internally? Yes. They would. And that’s the part no one wants to talk about.

We live in a culture that screams “love yourself” and “beauty is within”, while quietly rewarding only one kind of body. Straight backs. Even features. Effortless symmetry. Scroll any dating app and you’ll see it - a parade of sameness, filtered and polished into something almost inhuman.

Fake boobs. Fake lips. No wrinkles. Fake everything.

So where does that leave someone whose body tells a different story?

Here’s the uncomfortable truth:

Attraction is not a democracy.

You don’t vote on it. You don’t reason your way into it. It’s immediate, instinctive, and often brutally shallow. And physical difference - whether it’s a limp, a scar, or a hunched back - interrupts that instant recognition we’ve been trained to respond to.

But here’s the second truth, the one that matters more:

Attraction evolves.

Spend ten minutes with someone and you’ll notice their posture.
Spend an hour and you’ll notice their mind.
Spend a week and you’ll forget the first thing entirely.

The problem isn’t that people with visible differences are “less attractive.”
It’s that most people never stay long enough to get past the first glance.

Dating someone with a visible difference forces you to confront something most people avoid:

How much of your attraction is real… and how much is conditioning?

Because if your desire disappears the moment a body doesn’t meet expectation, was it ever about connection? Or was it about comfort?

Let’s flip it.

Imagine being with someone who has had to build themselves without relying on surface-level approval. Someone who learned early that charm, intelligence, humor, and depth weren’t optional — they were survival.

That person walks into a relationship with substance most people never develop.

Not despite their difference.
Because of it.

So would you date a hunchback?

Most people will say “of course” — because it sounds kind, evolved, enlightened.

But the real answer shows up in action, not words. In who you swipe past. In who you give five minutes of your time. In who you allow yourself to see beyond the outline of their body.

This isn’t about pity.
It’s not about being “a good person.”

It’s about asking yourself a simple, slightly uncomfortable question:

What are you actually attracted to — and who taught you that?

Because once you start pulling at that thread, things unravel quickly.

And what’s left is a much more honest version of you.

Not prettier.

But real.

Enough preaching. I’ll hop off my soap box now.

Friday, April 10, 2026

Ugly times...

It never ceases to amaze me how stupid men get to be in power.

Let's take, for example, Donald Trump. He is stupid, most unattractive and old. Yet he was voted in to power... I'm not saying he is stupid, but he is running the country like a stupid person. Threatening this person and that person... How long does he think the deflection is going to cover his tracks? How long does it take anyone to work out that he should not be running a country?

I'm at a loss for words, really.

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Suspend the bombing...

He is like a bloody backflipping moron. Who the hell would vote for him not once but twice is beyond me! How did the US go from someone like Obama (who was great to look at and intelligent) is beyond me!

Trump! God. Surely you people have learned a lesson in voting by now. Do not go for a guy who is purely out for himself and his cronies! And he is freaking ugly!!

This so-called reprieve is bloody stupid and gives Iran more room. Hey, I didn't believe in this war. Didn't get a say in it but now that we are in it, kicking a screaming... It has to be followed up on. 

You can't say 'give me that orange or in ten seconds I'm going to hit you.' And the person you are speaking to doesn't do it. So, you say 'I'll only give it in 20 seconds then!' They are going to know you won't do it!!!!!

And their list of demands!

Forming human shields... That is pathetic. 

That makes me want to bomb them... Bastards. 

Tuesday, April 7, 2026

Easter Sunday and my mother...

It wasn't very exciting. No drama or anything.  We just had a lovely day with my adult son and his wife, and my mother - who is 89. God... Kill me now.

There is a lot to be said about euthanasia. 89 is too long to live. I sure as hell want to go while I've still got all my wits about me (as much as I ever have...) But it is tiring; and I don't want my kids when I visit to be "ahh she's gone..." It is sad, and I feel guilty; but I get tired of answering the same questions over and over.

She may say "how is my daughter?". So, I give her a long version and tell her what has been going on with her and her kids. The trouble is she may ask me another 10 times throughout the day. Sometimes minutes after I've just told her.

So, I begin with the lengthy version. Explain everything; and end up with "they're fine!" No point in feeling guilty. It's the real world where life is not infinite. Where eventually you are going to wind down.

Sad really. What are we here for then?

Saturday, April 4, 2026

Easter Saturday!

It is Easter Saturday. Doesn't feel like Easter over here. Wonder if it does everywhere else...

Easter when I was a kid was filled with chocolate rabbits. Glittery eggs and big roast dinners and partying! My mum and dad knew how to have a good time, and they made sure that anyone that was there, did too. Police tend to party harder than anyone when they get a day off.

But Easter is not the same. 

When my children were young, we would go over to their place, and it was such fun. We would laugh and exchange gifts. It was just like Christmas. Now... My two kids that have procreated both live in Melbourne and do their own thing. I could snag an invite by just asking... But going to Melbourne tomorrow for Easter Sunday and then going back on Monday for the Football... Not doing that!

Monday it will be screaming at the Football (come on Geelong!) We are all going, which will be fantastic, especially as two of them are going barrack for the opposition (Hawthorn) and Quigley doesn't barrack for anyone (he would say Collingwood, but he doesn't really barrack). So, our children are coming with us.

My son and his wife, complete with me and the Squeeze are all going to dinner tonight. I think it will be a lengthy dinner, plenty of laughs. My youngest is quite the comedian (sometimes I want to strangle him). But he is a lovely young man.

Easter is time to reflect on your life. 

If all I've done is to bring three, wonderful and talented children into the world; well, that's good enough for me. It is funny to think of climbing the corporate ladder... Now I couldn't think of anything worse!...