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Toilets, Tradies, Snowflakes, and Bad Poetry.


As if my first attempt at this wasn’t enough of an eyesore, here’s some more erasure/blackout poetry, crafted using what has been described as, “well this comment section is a predicable trash fire”.



The article is titled Women tradies say their dealing with barriers including sexist comments, toilet access. So you can only imagine.

I’m not going to go on any rants with this one (what a surprise, right? Since when have I ever given up the opportunity for a good old rant on here?), mainly because it’s 3:26 am and I just want to get to the poetry part.

In short, the article is about a survey that found (wait for it) that there are numerous barriers women face working in the trades. These include having no designated toilets and experiencing sexual harassment, just to name a few. The comment section is predictably  divided into either:

1) mEn traDIes SufFER moRe!! We hAVe No ToiLeTs EitHEr aND can’T EVen mAke a Joke AnYmOrE!!!” 

And my personal favourite;

2) “IM A WOMAN TRADIE AND YES THERE ARE NO TOILETS AND YES THERE IS SEXUAL HARASSMENT AND NUDE CALENDARS BUT YOU JUST HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT I LOVE MY JOB IT’S ALL PART OF IT YOU JUST NEED A THICK SKIN DONT BE SUCH A SNOWFLAKE IT’S THE INDUSTRY BOYS WILL BE BOYSSSS”

Okay, because I have zero self control, here I go. Obviously, everyone should have access to a toilet in their workplace and just because you’re able to survive without one doesn’t mean that this is good enough. Secondly, you shouldn’t have to “become one of the boys” and be down with the “banter”, aka sexual harassment, telling yourself that you don’t mind. This is a way of surviving within the patriarchy and it shouldn’t be that way, full stop. Just because you put up with it all for 25 years so that you could go to work each day without hating your coworkers, doesn’t mean that you should have to do that. Funnily enough, everyone is entitled to not be sexually harassed or intimidated at their workplace, and also to be able to use a toilet. Anything less than this incredibly low bar just isn’t good enough. Why is this even a debate?

Anyway, I know said I wasn’t going on a rant, but who actually believed me?

Before I get too ranty, let’s head to the juicy poetry where I have spent 95% of the time trying to block out the right words with my very uncoordinated thumb. Once again, it’s bad yet fun! I should probably be doing something more productive during the ungodly night hours, but here I am. And here you are reading it, so that makes you “just as sane as I am”, as our friend Luna (who I’m sure would be a feminist and very anti-sexual-harassment-in-workplaces) would say.




Happy night-morning, friends. I hope that you enjoy reading this “predictable trash fire” as much as I do.




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