Females deserve to be treated equally
Crossing over the finish line after a long race is always an achievement, but walking up to collect a well deserved trophy is an even better one. Apparently the only thing better then a female winning a race is a male winning it.
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At least that's what the trophies sizes suggest.
In a local community fun run, the male winners for the first three placings all received trophies, whereas only the first woman got a trophy and the next two places got medals.
How can any female growing up in today's society expect to feel equal to men when we are always treated as second best?
To participate in the run both men and women paid the same amount.
They both ran the same distance and they both gave it their all to win.
So why are these women, who are trying their hardest, who are giving it everything they have, not getting the same recognition as their male competitors?
I used to think that women being treated unfairly was only something that happened in large workplaces or in the big city, but as I have paid more attention I realise it happens around me every day.
Women don't get awards for what they do; cooking, cleaning, washing, it is almost an expectation that all females will do these chores and do them without looking for any kind of gratitude.
That may have been what was expected in the 1800s but things have changed since then and this is another thing that needs to change.
I am tired of always coming second to males.
I do not want to be inferior to men, I want females to be treated how they deserve to be treated.
Tilly Malory, Laang
Survivor praises heroes after boating ordeal
It’s 4.30am and I am warm and dry sitting at my desk. Warrnambool has a long and proud maritime past and present.
The Bass Strait and Shipwreck Coast have notoriously unforgiving maritime histories.
Awakened by the results of marine stings and nibbles my lower body suffered as I bobbed off the continental shelf preparing and considering my options for a long night at sea, praying, and contemplating the beauty of the ocean at sunset.
In my possession I had a slab of raw fish, my musto exposure jacket, one bottle of water, two packets of flares, two EPIRBs – one encoded to me – and a prayer. Sitting on my upturned boat and watching ‘Wilson’, my Esky, drift off in the trail of blood and fillets from the afternoon catch of fish.
As the sun began to settle, I heard the distinct sound of helicopter prop-wash, still a long way off but closing fast.
What a magnificent sight in all its technological splendor with capable crew and practiced ease I was plucked from the ocean with no time to spare as once on board, and admiring my upturned hull and incredible ocean sunset, that they cannot make night rescues.
I have so many unseen people to thank. Steve Lucas and committee for having the foresight to bring such a magnificent piece of machinery to the district, the crew of the HEMS helicopter who do their job so well.
Les from Australian Maritime Safety Authority in Canberra who was in contact with my wife Jenni and son Tim, gleaning vital information and keeping them informed of the search process.
The Warrnambool Coastguard crew Adrian Calderwood and Keith Prest and the boys who were on their way, negotiating 40 nautical miles to find me.
The police and so many more unseen, unheard heroes.
All those who were praying to father God for my recovery, I am forever indebted. Thank you.
Clark D Smock, Warrnambool.