Over the last few days, Australians have watched with fascination over news from the political arena that’s not related to COVID. I know, right? But it’s true.
This time, we’re transfixed as the NSW Premier, Gladys Berejiklian, is slowly unravelled by the news of an affair with a bloke called Daryl.
His name alone should be enough for us all to feel sorry for her. Daryl? I mean, come on!
But seriously, bogan Aussie males aside, Gladys seems to have done a stellar job of leading her state. I admit to not knowing the ins and outs as a) I live in Victoria and b) I’m not really into politics. But as a watcher from afar, and from what I read, she’s been fabulous.
But back to the newsworthy affair.
Gladys had sex with, by all accounts, a loser. That’s her wrongdoing. Sure it seems, in an otherwise exemplary example of a professional, clever and private woman, to be a misstep of epic proportions, totally out of character. But really, what woman among us has not had sex with an idiot at some time in our past? Trust me, Gladys, we’ve all been there, we’ve all made some poor and unorthodox choices to get some action. Know that the sisterhood stands with you. Stay strong, and don’t cave. Don’t resign over a bogan called Daryl.
What truly makes me see red though is that here in Victoria, our premier has made an enormous cock-up of literally everything. No one is calling for his head on a stick.
Where’s the justice, hey?