This will hurt me...

It's the last day before I have to return to work, so I spent the morning doing one load of washing after another, out to the regatta grounds for The Hobart Kite Festival (our kite went excellently , I might add), nip back home for a nap (they had one, I didn't), then (after one last load of washing), back out again for the Mercury Kidz in the Park. I'm not sure what exactly kidz are, but there were baby goats. Knowing the Mercury, it was probably a typographical error. Ez proved the best kite flyer of the family, but that should be no shock. Henry ended the kite part of the day with a choc mint ice cream. Yes he chose choc mint over the rainbow option. To close the day, we went out to the beach, had a go on the play equipment, ate squid and chips, and then home to fold washing. Good times. That does mean that I am far too tired to pen anything caustic or witty. I'll sharpen up tomorrow, I promise.

I am kind of lost for words when it comes to today's ad. The kindest thing that I can say is that they image and tagline combination seems somewhat poorly chosen . I know that society is used to the sexualisation of wee bairns in this heady age of Bratz, Brittany and bellbottom trousers [look, I've had a long day, all right, and alliteration sells papers ]. Yet the notion of childlike innocence as a signifier for getting one's horn on , as advanced in the obviously liberal 1970s is off-putting to those of us with [ warning: universal moral judgement coming up ] healthy regard for what is or is not sexy . [Note: the one thing that amused me most about this ad, was the resemblence in make up with some of Bill Henson's models, you know, the ones that were in no way meant to be 'sexy' ...]