By REBECCA SPARROW
If I did a stocktake of the posts I’ve written for Mamamia over the past three years, I suspect there would be a dominant theme to them: outrage.
I’m good at being outraged. At being pissed off. At putting pen to paper (or chewed fingernail to filthy keyboard) when I spot an injustice or something that just, you know, shits me.
Politicians behaving like twats! Sexist ads! Doctors shaming older mothers! Former Home and Away stars getting precious and boasting about their French bulldogs!
Fuelled by angry thoughts, five cups of tea and, yeah okay, several Oreos I’m banging out a call to arms faster than you can say, “Girlfriend needs some Xanax and a good lie down”.
Of course what rarely crosses my mind is to write posts when I stumble across something amazing. Something that makes me catch my breath it’s so damn delightful. Or something that exceeds my expectations in ways I never saw coming.