Category Archives: Domestic life

Suburban Hell: The Stay-at-home mother

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With such defined roles — that we all try to ignore in the belief that this is 2015 and we can make our own new, fresh stereotypes — the role of the stay-at-home mother is perhaps one of the great conundrums of our time. What are you? Are you not a taxpayer? Oh … Ostensibly a role that revolves solely… Read more »

Suburban Hell: The Inorganic Rubbish Collection

In my corner of suburbia, we are having the three-yearly rubbish collection of inorganic things that we collected free from the last curbside dumping and no longer require. It’s actually stressful. Ordinary rubbish day for most white New Zealanders is the apex of the working week.  Everywhere, on every street, there are clacky heels, striding the cold bitumen driveways to… Read more »

Location, location, location …

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Just before Coronation Street of a Friday is a show about home ownership, the current force/trend of western European history.  It’s no longer imperialism; it’s Location. In about 100 years’ time, there will be papers to take at university in modern history that will look very different to the papers I took, From the Treaty of Versailles to Pearl Harbour… Read more »

The Loudest Male: Suburban Kids’ Birthdays

  Our neighbours are having a birthday function right now for their one-year-old son. This is suburbia.  This could be the first time the back lawn has been used since the house purchase. If that’s the case, this will be the kid’s first experience of the great outdoors. It took them half a day to erect the pretend marquee (cf…. Read more »

Do I Know it’s Christmas?

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I’ve just seen a cartoon gift box ‘rapping’* about Christmas on New Zealand television. I’ve seen an electric machine that catches many, many snapper while the family sit in directors’ chairs, looking on impatiently. I’ve seen adult onesies.  Nothing new, I know.  Doesn’t anyone have sex anymore? I’ve seen mobile phones for $14. I’ve seen Mike Puru on the Yesshop… Read more »

People Movers : Rectangular Contraceptives

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Here at The Sane Companion, we still startle when we see words (or terms) like ‘Kiwi Saver’, ‘lunch-box fillers’, ‘David Seymour’s massive majority’ or the like. But one of the biggest scares ever, for me, is the horror of The People Mover. I know I should have bought one long ago.  There are times when I need to shift five… Read more »

Dear Kate Middleton

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  Dear Kate, Welcome to your second pregnancy.  You’re a professional now.  That first baby really is a trial by fire, and you being royal does not exempt you from the terrors and trials of motherhood. I’m not talking about the usual ‘mummy blog’ rantings.  I am talking about attitudes to you as a human, having a baby. Did you… Read more »

Craft Beer and Craft Beards

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Once upon a time, I used to attend a Craft Fair in what was called the Cook Street Hall, Howick,  Auckland. They had small useless patches of felt covered with beading that you placed on your mantle piece.  They had doilies.  There were big bright jars filled with amber liquid and stuffed with yellow capsicums. There were carved driftwood Kiwi… Read more »


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I’ve spent the morning thinking about perfectionism. It goes back to Plato, I think.  Didn’t Plato believe that everything had a perfect form in theory and its material version imperfect; the ideal version of that object, perfect? In layman’s talk that means my kitchen table has a perfect form of itself – in theory –  up in the ether, that… Read more »