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A world without the custom of child-brides will be a much better world.

child-bride-saudi-arabiaThat little girl looks like a living doll to the unsuspecting eye, in reality she is facing a living hell. How old would you put her at…? eight, five, four…actually she is almost five and she is dressed for her wedding. She is about to marry her father’s cousin – he is 28 years old. They live in Saudi Arabia where this ‘custom’ is perfectly legal – her new husband (makes you sick to even say it) will probably have been made to promise that he will not ‘touch’ her until she is at least, say, eleven…but as is the custom he wont wait for too long, those men are not known for being patient while their tiny bride negotiates her way through puberty and beyond, until she at least grows up enough to fear what is in store for her.

As soon as he is able he will consummate the ‘marriage’, she will fall pregnant at an impossibly young age – made possible only through an error of nature which is more to do with her environment than mother nature’s good sense. She will more than likely die an agonising death during childbirth when her barely developed body cannot cope with the demands placed on it by a fully formed baby. This is the vile custom of child marriages - better known to the rest of us as legalised paedophilia.

There is some good news on the horizon for little girls like the one pictured here; human rights lawyers in Yemen and Saudi Arabia are fighting to have this repugnant custom declared illegal for girls aged under 17. Naturally as one would expect in such a tribal, patriarchal society there is plenty of opposition from the male powers-that-be, but hopefully the recent case of the little ten year old Yemen girl who was granted a divorce from her much-older husband will set the precedent for a change in attitude, and right now a 12 year old girl in Saudi Arabia is fighting to divorce her eighty year old husband (just turns your stomach…). The United Nations are said to be keen to be involved in outlawing this horrible and unnecessary practice world-wide, let’s see if just for once they can justify their positions and enormous salaries.

If this has a positive outcome and those lawyers do bring about change in this activity then I will hold those human rights advocates in a new esteem…but only IF!

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Has the job of a bank teller become more interesting in the computer age?

banktellerI certainly hope so because I recall doing work experience in a bank as a high school student and I found it to be dead boring. I had three days to do at the Commonwealth Bank on The Corso in Manly and by the end of the first day the one advantage I had gleaned from my time in the Trading Bank section was that I most definitely did not want to go into banking when I left school! I had to wear a knee length skirt and blouse – proper work clothes – and court shoes, not sandals, so I was very uncomfortable from the off. Back then people did not make enquiries about things like what the ‘best cd rates are’ or how to apply for a lost atm card…because they did not exist in 1978.

I really did not have a lot to do in the way of hands-on work so I spent most of my time watching the tellers do their work using the old file-card system, customers account details were handwritten on a card and you had to enter their deposit and withdrawal details in the passbooks by hand. No computers anywhere. How times have changed. But whenever I go into a bank today – and that is a job in itself because the banks these days prefer you to use the machine outside – I still think I made the right decision not to work in a bank. It looks so boring!

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The people who camp together…usually break up.

campingMy nephew gave me a call on the weekend which was a nice surprise for me as he lives in Australia and I have not seen him since Xmas 2001 – in that time he has turned twenty-one, got engaged, gotten married…really grown up, though I still see him as the quite teenage boy he was when I last saw him. He has a very tight little circle of friends who spend a lot of time at the little flat he and his new wife purchased last year, they go out to dinner each week and have known each other since high school.Now they are all going camping together, in a couple of fancy hire-caravans, complete with awnings, satellite and tv’s, bikes on racks and supposedly a portable jacuzzi…which sounds a bit complicated to me. They intend to drive through outback Queensland and up to Darwin…I think they are mad.

I told him to think this trip over very carefully because I knew some people who never recovered from such a holiday. My uncle, aunt and a couple – their best friends of 37 years -  took a trip in a caravan to Alice Springs over a period of five weeks. I wont go into the sad details but suffice to say the couple decided to fly themselves home after two weeks away and my uncle and aunt returned from the trip and vowed never to see or speak to their former best friends ever again. Being crammed into a confined space with even your closest buddies can test tolerance and friendships. And what caused the end of such a beautiful friendship…? they had argued over how to light a BBQ…

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