To stand or not to stand, that is the question

It’s not easy to keep your bal­ance on a trol­ley bus if you are wear­ing ver­tig­i­nous high heels or are weighed down with shop­ping. It can feel like surf­ing rather than just rid­ing the bus. But spare a thought for those whose seat­less­ness is more than just an incon­ve­nience. In recent months, this Welling­ton­ista has noticed her pro­trud­ing baby bump does­n’t get her a cov­et­ed seat on a packed peak hour bus. I can be stand­ing with my bump right in some civ­il ser­van­t’s face and he won’t budge. And just this morn­ing, I watched embar­rassed at myself and my fel­low Welling­to­ni­ans, as a woman with Parkin­son’s strug­gled to hang onto a pole as our bus swept down Brook­lyn Hill packed to the gun­nels with peo­ple look­ing the oth­er way. Have Welling­to­ni­ans lost their benev­o­lence for their fel­low man — all for the price of a seat on the bus? Sure­ly the peo­ple of my beloved city are bet­ter than that? Sure­ly?

Craftwerk finishes natiowide tour in Wellington

The ever-edgy Craftwerk is wrap­ping up a tour of our fine coun­try with bands, mix tapes and craft galore at the Wes­ley Methodist Hall on Tarana­ki Street this Sat­ur­day 5pm — 9pm. Be there or miss out on cro­cheted vagi­nas, fort build­ing and tonnes of sug­ary good­ness.

Well, hi there sailors

Ahem.

Hi. I’m new. I’ve been recent­ly invit­ed to write for this fab­u­lous web­site, so here’s hop­ing I don’t make a com­plete dick of myself in my first post.

Intro­duc­ing your­self to hun­dreds, pos­si­bly thou­sands of read­ers is a tough one to pull off. Even though I’m a writer by trade — a fea­tures journo for the Domin­ion Post — I fig­ure who needs actu­al sen­tences when sum­ming your­self up is best done by a list:

Things I like:
— Craft
— French food
— Red things.

Things I may post about in the future:
— Why bus dri­vers have PMT at the moment
— The chron­ic short­age of decent mater­ni­ty wear in this city
— Sub­ur­ban cat pol­i­tics
— Best hair­styles for windy weath­er
— Why liv­ing in a cul-de-sac is the coolest thing since red shiny shorts in the 1970s.

I usu­al­ly have a home at Spe­cial K where I make lists, talk about my cat, pon­der my grad­u­al­ly expand­ing body, and wax lyri­cal about the peo­ple I meet through my awe­some job. Hope­ful­ly, what I write on here will be much, much more inter­est­ing.

Look for­ward to meet­ing y’all. K