When I was young, I thought that when I got married I’d obviously change my last name. My own surname is 14 letters long and despite it being phonetic, nobody can pronounce it, let alone spell it. I don’t even think I knew how to spell my own surname until I was in school, so I thought I would change my name to my husband’s, even if it was as conventional as Smith.
From a male’s point of view, I do not understand how sensitive men have become. I do not understand the backlash against the Gillette ad and I don’t understand why so many men, are threatened by a gentle progressive turn towards inclusivity, or even by having more women and minorities in positions of power in films and TV shows.
No act of rebellion will ever match the sneakiness of tearing the perforated edges of a sealed Dolly Doctor section. The secrets of love, relationships, friendship drama and sex all ready to be revealed within your worn library-borrowed magazine.
I sat down to talk to Malachi Van Souphan, one of the Queer Officers at Monash Caulfield. Here we dive into some anonymous questions surrounding gender identity and the like.
“You are the man of the house now, you’d better protect your mum and sister. You hear me? You better man up.” That’s what my dad would tell me every single time he went on a work trip. And since the ripe age of four, I questioned, “Protect them from what?”