The Art of the Australian Insult


A geometrical haemorrhage
November 21, 2008, 5:34 am
Filed under: Culture, Politicians | Tags: ,

“The girls’ odd outfits were clearly chosen as foils to their mother’s dress, which was all black with an eye-burning red panel that splattered itself down the front like The girls’ odd outfits were clearly chosen as foils to their mother’s dress, which was all black with an eye-burning red panel that splattered itself down the front like a geometrical haemorrhage,…”

Germaine Greer on Michelle Obama’s election night dress.

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Moose-shooting, husband-rooting, own-horn-tooting
October 14, 2008, 4:36 am
Filed under: International relations, Politicians | Tags: , ,

“And can somebody please explain why feminists of a certain age sneer at Palin when she is a self-made sister who combines career and family, despite the burden of being married to a dill who describes himself as Alaska’s First Dude?

Is it just because she is a moose-shooting (it wins Alaskan elections), husband-rooting (she didn’t come across that tribe of children on a hunting trip), own-horn-tooting (McCain heard about her somehow) woman who hasn’t read enough Germaine Greer to understand her own oppression?”

Stephen Matchett.



Worse than cannibalism
August 26, 2008, 12:08 am
Filed under: Intellectuals and expats | Tags: , ,

“Reducing the person to excremental artefact before she is dead is worse than cannibalism.”

Germaine Greer commenting on the fact that she is a character in the film Hippie Hippie Shake, as quoted in an interview with Emma Booth, the actress who portrays her. Sunday Life magazine, August 24 2008.



With these two we don’t need comedians
August 21, 2008, 8:18 am
Filed under: Intellectuals and expats, Politicians | Tags: ,

“Just who is this Germaine Greer person who pours scorn and venom on any issue which generally requires some¬† modicum of knowledge of the subject and a dash of sensitivity? Doesn’t she know we already have Paul Keating, who aces her on all counts, all the while regaling us with anecdotes of his brilliance? With these two, we really don’t need comedians – but some relevant commentators might just be useful.”

John Vickary, Cairns, letter to The Australian. There have been many letters in response to the argument by Aboriginal academic Marcia Langton that Germaine Greer’s “rage” argument is racist.

“Taken as a whole, her arguments are racist,” says Professor Langton, the chair of Australian indigenous studies at Melbourne University. “They are also just plain wrong.”



Germane to the argument
August 21, 2008, 2:41 am
Filed under: Culture, Intellectuals and expats | Tags: ,

“Greer, while fun at a dinner party or on a chat show, ultimately offers nothing. She is a true sophist – constructing fine arguments for a specious premise. They are of no use, like infertile seed thrown on fallow ground. Everyone is expectant, delighted that such fine seed has arrived, only to be disappointed when it turns to nought.”

Miranda Devine on Germaine Greer. She argues:

“Never having had children, or lived an extended period of domestic bliss with a man, she has rejected the experience and choice of most women. Her 2003 picture book The Beautiful Boy, which lusted after teenage boys whose “sperm runs like tap water”, indicates her emotional development never progressed much past 12, leaving her suspended in a mindset of doing or saying anything to get a boy’s attention.”

 



Lost in suburbia
August 15, 2008, 5:51 am
Filed under: Cultural Cringe, Culture, Lifestyles, Social class | Tags: ,

“Life in Australia is neither urban nor rural but suburban. If your ambition is to live on Ramsay Street, where nobody has ever been heard to discuss a book or a movie, let alone an international event, then Australia may be the place for you.”

Germaine Greer, 2004, quoted in today’s Australian. Earlier this month, Catherine Deveny, writing in The Age, declared:

“I can’t tell you how often I were living in some outer suburb, content with signed and framed football jumpers on the wall, no bookshelves amd a coffee table covered in remote controls, happy to read romance novels over my Cup-a-Soup. At least I’ve have some peace. In the immortal words of Radiohead; no alarms and no surprises.”



Untamed shrew
July 16, 2008, 1:30 am
Filed under: Culture, Sex | Tags: ,

“Dung beetle…wretched flesh-eating bacterium…”

Germaine Greer on her biographer Christine Wallace.