People are beginning to turn their backs on SeaWorld, but not quickly enough. The apex predators are still performing three shows a day throughout the summer. One of their best tricks is to swim sideways around the pool with one flipper stuck in the air, waving at the crowd. The crowd waves right back.
Have you ever looked closely at the joins of her fingers? Specifically at the connection between her metacarpals and proximal phalanges. Two or three of them have these little bumps, protruding. Mum mentioned it was arthritis.
“So what can you actually do with your degree? Will you become a historian? Or work in a library? That’s what you do if you study history, right?”
E eke ana tātou ngā tauira Māori i ngā poutama mātauranga, kotahi anake te whainga paetae arā kia eke panuku, eke Tangaroa!
My mum and my dad felt that they weren’t ready to go through another pregnancy so soon, so Mum terminated it. In 1992, Mum and Dad did feel that they were ready, and so I was born.
I think libraries should terrify those of us who wade about in politics. A library collates the stories of all our great fuck-ups and displays them next to thousands of truths we don’t have time to learn. A library is a snigger: Think we did bad last time? Well how’re you gonna do any better when there is still so much you do not know?
No one warned me that on a bus ride home from a temp job, out of the blue, I would be struck with a panic attack. The surface was fractured; and beneath bubbled a deeper and darker sea of anxiety than ever existed while I was a student.
It’s up to staff to smile politely while holding in bitterness, working wonders for their mental health.
Having witnessed them performing the behaviour they are reproaching, we become uncomfortable and even angry with the glaring inequity of their judgement.