‘Oh I can’t wait to go!’ Sharnee said. She was sitting in the cafe with her friend, Beth.
‘Yeah, me too. I’ve been waiting years for Cindy Mathers to tour here.’ Beth clapped her hands. ‘Have you heard her podcasts?’
‘Sure have.’ Sharnee waited a beat. ‘So, I’ve bought the tickets. Got a spare, in case you know anyone else who’s interested.’ Sharnee had waited up all night to buy tickets for Cindy’s one conference in Melbourne; her motivational speeches were usually sold out within hours of being released.
‘Such an eloquent speaker. Gets her point across but…you know…you can just tell she’s pissed at the patriarchy.’
‘The ills of a patriarchal society have certainly screwed her over. I’m hoping she elaborates on the unicorn story.’
‘What unicorn story?’ Beth asked.
‘Oooemmgee! I can’t believe you haven’t heard this one. She had a unicorn growing up. A real one.’
Beth raised her eyebrows.
‘For reals,’ Sharnee continued. ‘But her father told her to pull her head in, unicorns aren’t real. She spiralled into a depression, and years of therapy has helped her to see that her father’s thoughtless comment seriously impeded her creativity.’
‘Yes. She could’ve soared beyond the limits but…well as she says herself, white privileged males are what’s wrong with our society.’
‘Too bloody right,’ agreed Beth.
The two women sat in silence for a moment. Sipped their coffee, nibbled at their smashed avo and fetta breakfast.
‘Oh,’ Sharnee said, suddenly remembering Beth’s date the night before. ‘How was your date last night?’
‘No good. Such a loser.’ Beth shook her head, stared into the empty cup. ‘Wasn’t interested in hearing about his privilege. Get this, even tried to argue the “not all men” point!’
‘Christ. There’s no such thing as a good one, is there?’
Author note: The dialogue in this story is meant to be read as satire and does not represent my personal views. 🙂