I have an embarrassing confession to make; the redundancy of Julia Gillard brought me to tears. Yes to tears. I don’t know what’s wrong with me? I have never expressed any real interest in politics and certainly don’t hold any particular love for either Gillard or Abbot. Yet, I sat on my couch and cried big, salty tears over her dismissal. Why? Because it turns out, I’m a sucker for a knitted kangaroo.
I don’t know if Julia truly loves knitting, (I hope she does because I think it’s a lovely past time,) or if it was just a clever PR stunt, but there was something about the Women’s Weekly article and her knitted kangaroo that tugged at my heartstrings. Ok, the fact that it was for lovely William and Kate’s baby, was probably a contributing factor, and that it was a knitted marsupial and not a beanie, nor jumper, nor booty, was a definite booster. Nonetheless, this one small article won me over, like Ben and Jerry’s would win over an anti- icecreamist.
Don’t get me wrong, I realise there is more to politics than well scripted words and images. Though if truth be told, there probably isn’t that much else to it, but I know how people love to argue about policies and taxes and appreciate that it is a necessary ‘discussion’ release. However when it comes down to it, politics, is politics. It’s dull, stressful, laughable, anger inducing and even important, but no matter who you vote for, there will always be controversial decisions and policies that don’t support you. The world is already too serious and painful, so whilst I still carry the excuse of being a youthful, naïve, selfish 19 year old, I will be swayed by the lovely innocence of a knitted kangaroo.
So PR you got me. I’m a sucker for a softie, and yes this may be my maternal side or I may just be blinded by my naivety and youth, but that knitted kangaroo did more for Gillard in my eyes than any policy or haircut.
So I’m sorry, I won’t be embracing Rudd. Not unless he pulls out his knitting needles and knits the Queen a Numbat.