Friday, February 03, 2006

Sideswipe

David McCullough saw this bargain at the bottom of Gills Rd, Bucklands Beach, and didn't know whether to send it to Sideswipe or call the police

By Ana Samways

Wendy of Birkenhead writes: "Yes, we had no bananas at breakfast today. Having failed to buy some while shopping, I texted my husband: I 4got bananas. He duly arrived home empty-handed. When I asked if he'd received my text he said: 'Yes, you said you'd got 4 bananas!"'

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Morning tea book quiz: Name the novel these famous lines come from ...

1. Call me Ishmael

2. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

3. It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

4. If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.

5.You better not never tell nobody but God.

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Neighbourly karma. A reader writes: "I too have 'kind neighbours' in a cul-de-sac. I came home very late from my student babysitting job on a Saturday night to find the neighbours to our left having a big party and thus all the parking spots in the street were filled. So I parked on the grass verge outside my home. By 9am the next morning, Sunday, the neighbour to our right had called the council and I got a ticket. Only a few days later, the dobbing neighbour parked on his verge and it was amusing to watch from my window as he tried to talk his way out of it with the traffic warden."

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Phil Ansley's son, who is working in the UK, had occasion to deal with the local fire brigade. To his amusement and initial disbelief the name of the fire marshal was Blaze Marshall.

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Forget about mounting casualties, all war-torn families need is a good laugh: Pentagon officials are trying to reduce military families' stress by holding therapeutic laugh sessions. Its "laughter instructor", retired Army Colonel James Scott, conducts sessions around the country with National Guard families that feature walking like a penguin and blurting "ha ha hee hee and ho ho". (Source: USA Today).

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Quiz answers: 1. Herman Melville, Moby Dick (1851). 2. Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (1813). 3. George Orwell, 1984 (1949). 4. J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951). 5. Alice Walker, The Color Purple (1982).

Editorial: Far too late for US to turn back

The problem with set-piece political speeches, as Don Brash is discovering with his annual date at Orewa , is that it is difficult to meet expectations. And so it is with the State of the Union address in Washington.

Initial reaction to President George W. Bush's 2006 offering suggests that his American audience was not overwhelmed. His effort seems unlikely to materially improve his poll ratings which, although they have recovered a little since they hit rock bottom in the wake of the New Orleans disaster, are at a level similar to those endured by Richard Nixon just before he resigned over Watergate.

The speech writers essayed a few gestures towards pushing the hot buttons. "The American people have turned in an economic performance that is the envy of the world, " Mr Bush proclaimed and he celebrated America's creation of 4.6 million new jobs, "more than Japan and the European Union combined".

But the tone of the address was lacking in gung-ho triumphalism, which perhaps marks a realistic assessment of the current status of his presidency. Inevitably the speech was dominated by Iraq and foreign policy, the issues which, both in the short term for the Republicans and historically for Mr Bush's leadership, will be the benchmarks of his term in office.

"I am confident in the skill and spirit of our military. Fellow citizens, we are in this fight to win and we are winning, " he boldly told Congress. But his other remarks reflected an acknowledgment of the complexities of the plight in which he has embroiled his country. America's military interventions since the end of World War II could not, in the most generous assessment, be considered a chronicle of unqualified successes. Yet the idea that you can drop troops overseas, score a quick and overwhelming victory and pull out covered in roses and glory has had an apparently overwhelming allure.

But Mr Bush is now more clearly than before expressing the recognition that the Iraqi adventure is beset with difficulty. "Our coalition has learned from our experience in Iraq. We've adjusted our military tactics and changed our approach to reconstruction."

The President still portrays the invasion and the crises over the Iranian regime's nuclear ambitions and the electoral victory of Hamas as part of his wider aim for America, a truly global vision of his nation's role. "We seek the end of tyranny in our world," he says, and for his domestic audience suggests that only the defeat of forces such as radical Islam will enable Americans to sleep safely in their beds.

He continues to insist that the US must assume its world leadership role for the sake of its own peace and for the rest of us. "The only alternative to American leadership is a dramatically more dangerous and anxious world. Yet we also choose to lead because it is a privilege to serve the values that gave us birth."

There is no reason to doubt the President's heartfelt belief in all of this but even if hindsight were to give him pause he has no alternative. Whether or not one shares his belief that Iraq is heading on the right road to an enduring democracy, few of the most ardent critics of the Iraq war, inside or outside America, would realistically suggest that a precipitate American cut and run would lead to an outbreak of peace. An American failure of nerve would encourage the extremists who are, in truth, enemies of the best Western values and dishearten those who in Iraq and Afghanistan, where New Zealand personnel are so deeply committed, are trying to usher in an end to despotism. It can be, and is, argued that Mr Bush's decision to invade Iraq was a catastrophe but we all have to live with his conclusion that "there is no honour in retreat".

Te Radar: Taking the mickey's a non-negotiable core tradition

One of the best cartoons I have seen recently was first published in, of all places, a Danish newspaper. It depicted several tattered and smouldering men, apparently of Arab descent, trudging up to heaven and being greeted by a bearded man who could well be Muhammad, who is hollering at them to "stop, stop, we ran out of virgins".

This cartoon, and several others published alongside it, each of which depicted some facet of Islamic belief, appear to have upset some people, some of whom, clearly frothy-mouthed with indignation, displayed the calm and rational sense of righteousness for which Islam is becoming synonymous, by calling for those responsible to be slaughtered.

Indeed, not content with mooting the idea of shooting the messenger, they also suggested stabbing them, bombing them, or beheading them.

Other more rational folk simply called for a ban, or boycott, of all Danish exports, whatever they are.

It was reported that thousands of Palestinians took to the streets to protest against Denmark. This may have more to do with the fact that the chronically underemployed Palestinians appear to have a love of waltzing down the street protesting anything, and little better to do, other than baffling the Americans by using the much lauded freedom of Democracy to elect a party not bothered by the dichotomy of the bomb and the ballot box.

It is a shame that the same sense of fury is not directed at those who are actually demeaning Islam.

I am rather perplexed why those people who are calling for the cartoonists, their editors, the publishers, and hapless newspaper delivery children to be exterminated aren't offended by those activities that truly denigrate their religion far more than satirisation.

Stoning people to death for consensual sex, so-called honour killings - especially of women who have supposedly brought dishonour on their families by having the audacity to be raped - the beheading of innocent hostages, and suicide bombings, all often conducted in the name of Islam, seem to have escaped the attention of those whose wrath, rather than their funny bone, was tickled by the Danish lampooners.

Perhaps the best summation of the controversy was published in Germany's Die Welt magazine. "There is no right to be shielded from satire in the West," it said. "Christianity has been the object of ruthless criticism ... Being able to make fun of the holiest things is a non-negotiable core tradition in our culture."

Given the stereotype of the humourless German, the irony of this statement is possibly lost.

Ironic, too, that the controversy continues even as many commentators here beat their clammy hands against their breasts at Dapper Don's statement during his Orewa speech that we should query the nature of immigrants' social and cultural mores.

Still, not all Islamic fundamentalists lack a sense of humour. Al-Qaeda's number two, Ayman al-Zawahiri, has called on President George W. Bush to convert to Islam, whereupon his sins will be forgiven.

Brian Rudman: There's a hole in the bottom of the sea, and we're going to fill it

On Wednesday evening, TV news played dramatic amateur video footage of a daredevil teenager throwing himself from the top of The Nun, a rocky promontory off South Piha Beach.

As he leaped, the rock seemed alive with his mates scrambling up to follow suit.

The next shot was of him flat in his hospital bed saying the doctors had told him he was lucky he wasn't permanently paralysed from the chest down. He'd landed badly and was left floundering in the water with two crushed vertebrae. The good news was he will make a full recovery.

In these safety-conscious times, I couldn't help wondering if the poor old Nun will be so lucky, especially with a spokesman from the local surf club saying it was a seasonal thing, carloads of young human lemmings turning up to partake in this odd Westie rite of passage.

I wonder if the safety police from the Waitakere City Council also saw the news item and have begun loading up the gelignite, ready to blast this naughty dangerous rock into oblivion?

Probably not, because, I suspect they're a bit busy at the moment, supervising the pouring of 1600 truckloads of concrete into a killer swimming hole in Huruhuru Creek, in Woodside Reserve on the Massey foreshore.

The concreting is part of a $745,000 exercise to remove the hole and replace it with a series of naturalistic, but totally phoney, rapids.

The popular swimming hole has been out of favour in recent times. In 2001, a local 4-year-old disappeared from home on his trike and his body was later recovered from the pool.

Five years before, a 3-year-old wandered too close to the edge of the creek and fell in, his aunt just failing to catch his fingers as he was washed by. His body was later found in the pool.

A child also drowned there in the early 1990s, triggering Waitakere City to build fences, remove an underwater shelf and put up warning signs.

After the 2001 death, a taskforce was established to investigate ways of reducing the risk for kids. A water safety information pack was distributed to local schools and, because fencing was seen as impractical or unworkable, it was decided that the best option was to get children involved in designing safety signage by running a contest.

Two years on, in April 2003, there seemed to have been a change of heart with the allocation of $10,000 "for the erection of appropriate safety fencing at the waterhole ..."

Four months on, the same city development committee voted $90,000 to fill in the waterhole and redesign the access to this section of the creek.

Somehow that $90,000 has suddenly exploded into $745,000, and despite the September 2003 resolution to advise the community, all this has happened without neighbours being aware.

Well, old acquaintance and swimming hole neighbour Ian Miller says he wasn't. He stumbled upon the plan several weeks ago and is ropeable this little corner of original Auckland is being made "safe" without local input.

He says it's a tidal hole that can fill to 8m deep, and they're playing King Canute trying to defeat it.

Councillor Linda Cooper says filling in the hole is "the very last thing we wanted to do ... However, it is a black spot and both morally and legally we have to do something effective to prevent any more deaths".

She does admit that "the real danger, however, is the number of children, often very young children, who swim there unsupervised or supervised inadequately".

"We simply can't stop the children getting into the pool and we can't make people supervise the children. Therefore, we cannot say with any confidence that more children won't drown."

She says they're filling the hole in because legally "we have a duty to protect people from known dangers". Also, as a human being, she doesn't want another child drowned knowing "we could have prevented it".

Councillor Cooper says kids will be safe playing in the artificial rapids.

From time to time, I'm glad I'm on the sidelines not having to make the hard decisions. But you have to wonder whether spending $745,000 on filling in a hole on the tidal foreshore might be a little excessive. Especially when there's plenty of stream and creek and seabed above and below the site to get into trouble in anyway.

Jim Hopkins: Grab a snorkel and make your way to higher ground

Should the unnerving prospect of another fractious and discordant Waitangi Day weigh heavily upon you, then take heart. Hope is at hand.

It will all be over soon. In a few short years, the whole petulant pantomime will be a footling irrelevance.

Forces far greater than those fuelling the outrage of history's ambiguous victims are at work. And, verily, they will sweep the baggage of 1840 before them.

Because we're doomed. Apparently. Thoroughly, totally, utterly doomed. Global warming has done for us. And there's nothing we can do.

There's no point shutting the stable door after the sea horse has bolted. It's too late. The damage has already been done.

Whatever measures we might take, whatever Protocols we might sign, whatever penalties might be slapped upon the owners of larger SUVs and such, the ice caps will still melt, great cities will still be inundated and the end will still be nigh.

The good news is that this is official. It's not coming from some demented soothsayer. It's coming from H.M. Government's finest scientific minds.

These erudite eminences released their latest report on Tuesday - which was nice since it allowed plenty of time for any dissidents intending to occupy Dame Silvia's garden party to make other, less incendiary, plans.

The British report is not merely sombre; it's positively apocalyptic.

The oceans will rise, say the boffins, as much as 100ft, or 30-odd metres. Millions will be made homeless. Crops will fail. Waves of despair will sweep over the land.

Basically, all we can do now is nip down to The Warehouse, buy a snorkel, then head for higher ground.

The most alarming thing about such dire forecasts - and there've been many - is that they have, at least to date, conspicuously failed to generate the massive outbreak of fatalistic hedonism that has historically been our response to disaster.

Turn on the wireless - if you're desperate; watch the telly - if you're dead; go to a mall - if you're desperate and dead - and you won't hear people frantically saying to each other "Let's eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may drown".

Yet they should be. We all should be. Because there's no point worrying about how the two versions of the Treaty might differ or whether there's going to be a recession or mourning the loss of old-style, coastal camping grounds if, in relatively short order, the coast is going to be halfway up Mt Tongariro.

What we should be doing is having one last defiant knees-up; a whopping great "Up yours, Adolf" orgy before the rising waters put an end to rising house prices once and for all.

We should be doing what Paul McCartney suggested. We should be doing it in the road.

Not before it's tolled, but before it's under water.

Quite why we haven't cast off our inhibitions - and our underwear - is a mystery.

It could be that we're simply apocalypt'd out. What with bird flu and that ginormous volcano thing in Yellowstone National Park that's due to erupt any time now and turn us all into dinosaurs with DVDs, we might have suppressed the revelry impulse by inoculating ourselves with indifference.

Or we might dimly recall the odd contrary fact that tends to undermine the experts' fears.

When they confidently predict the Greenland ice cap will melt and flood us all, we might vaguely recollect that the place is actually called Greenland because that's what it was when the Vikings turned up.

"Gush Sven," they said in their guttural Nordic fashion as they surveyed this (much warmer) farming paradise, "ert's vorry grun, oosn't ert?"

And we might remember that History Channel doco about human migration and how there's very little evidence of our ancestors' earliest coastal settlements in places like India because there was an Ice Age back then and the sea level was 400ft (120m) lower.

And we might conclude that all this greenhouse gloom is more religious than scientific in its foundation.

We might decide the hectoring insistence that our pollution is the cause of our predicament is simply sin in modern guise; part of a creed in which nature is God and we are just our old, wicked selves.

We might say, if the Sahara was a verdant forest 24,000 years ago - before the world had a magnetic conniption - then there are things going on that make my clunky old diesel pretty damned insignificant.

But we mustn't allow such heresies to taint us. Especially not on Monday.

On Monday we should embrace our common humanity by embracing each other before we all go under for good.

Chris Barton: Summer provides no escape from technology

My summer holiday, filled with sun, sand, sea, swims, lots of blue sky and lazing about, was terrific. Technology largely took a back seat, which is how it should be. But there were three pieces of digital gadgetry that had significant impact.

On the drive north to Taipa in Doubtless Bay the iTrip worked a treat. The digital throwing device that clips on to one's iPod and literally throws one's thousands of iPod stored songs through the air to a selected frequency on the car radio to play through the stereo speakers is outstanding magic.

We had found the audio quality a bit scratchy in the city, but once we hit the open road and escaped the clamouring interference rife in the city air, the sounds became crystal clear and pure.

Unfortunately one couldn't always say the same about the musical tastes of a 15-year-old girl. Highlights however were Presidents of The USA's Peaches. Sample lyrics: "Movin' to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches/Peaches come from a can they were put there by a man." And the insidiously infectious Numa Numa. Sample lyrics: "Maya hee, maya hoo, maya ho, maya ha ha."

If you're not familiar with this internet phenomenon that began in December 2004 when 19-year-old American Gary Brolsma lip-synched the Moldovan Romanian pop song Dragostea Din Tei by O-Zone energetically on his webcam, you can learn about it at Wikipedia. Avoid if you don't want an inane tune stuck in your head for days.

Of course no one watches TV on their holidays - mainly because there's nothing worth watching. Except perhaps Rescue Me, Six Feet Under, 24 and maybe The Alice. Our lack of TV watching was greatly enhanced by the My Sky box.

At $599 it seems hideously expensive, but this digital video recorder really does change the way you view television. The cleverness of the device is not the box itself, which can hold up to 60 hours of TV on its storage drive.

The real smarts are in the software - the on-screen electronic programming guide that lets one scroll through TV listings for all the channels and simply click on your choice to record. Better still - press the "series link" button and it will automatically record that programme every week. Never miss a 24 episode again.

In truth the electronic programming guide is a bit dumb. It isn't a real-time guide - so that when programmes run late, you can still miss the cliff-hanger ending on your recording.

Poor show Sky - surely an intelligent programming guide would automatically adjust when TV programmes get out of synch with the advertised times?

There are also a few other annoying things about My Sky: "1" on the remote isn't Channel 1 and the default channel when you turn on the TV is Sky's Preview, which at times seems to conflict with recordings.

But these are a small price to pay for My Sky's biggest benefit - no more ads. Hit the 30 times fast forward button and skip through the ad break in a flash.

This might explain why TVNZ, TV3, Prime and other free-to-air broadcasters aren't rushing to collaborate on their own electronic programming guide to work on the wide range of digital video recorders available. Don't they know the customer is always right?

The third piece of technology nearly ruined our break. It was a digital photo sent to us by one Bertha Carver, a customer services officer at the North Shore City Council who clearly doesn't have enough to do. Somewhat creepily, Bertha has been patrolling our street and taking photos of, believe it or not, "overhanging vegetation".

The street is in an uproar, not just because Bertha seems to want all branches below 2.5m hacked down, but also because many of the council trees on the street don't comply with the ruling. Worse still, the roots of council trees - a rather unprepossessing gum - have erupted through the footpath making traversing the public way hazardous at the best of times and downright impossible for a mobility scooter.

It is true that my plumbago has put on a growth spurt of late - but it's really not blocking the way and its flowers look so nice at the moment. And the 25-year-old puka does have a branch a little below 2.5 metres - but it too isn't doing anything to prevent the "safe use of the public footpath". In fact the overhanging branch, as with many others in the street, is really quite pleasant.

Perhaps Bertha needs a holiday. Or maybe she's just one of those people who really shouldn't be allowed to use a digital camera.

Jim Eagles: One-stop spots to shop

So many fantastic places out there to visit. So many good deals on offer. So many travel brochures to leaf through or websites to visit. How does a traveller with limited time and finite funds make a choice?

A good start might be to attend one of the two big travel expos in Auckland next month:

* House of Travel's Travel Expo at the Ellerslie Racecourse Convention Centre 9am-5pm on Saturday February 11.

* Flight Centre's Travel Expo at the Auckland Showgrounds 9am-4pm on Saturday and Sunday February 11 and 12.

Admission to both is free and you'll find a huge array of national tourism boards, airlines, hotels, tour operators, car hire firms, coachlines and cruising companies promoting their wares, as well as travel agents keen to share their knowledge.

There will also be lots of expo special offers and prizes, advice on itinerary planning and using the internet, and expert guidance on ancillary topics such as insurance and foreign exchange.

Both companies reckon their expos are the biggest - with Flight Centre claiming nearly 100 exhibitors and House of Travel more than 100 stalls - but both offer a great opportunity to see a whole lot of travel information under the one roof.

Flight Centre, for instance, boasts of having attracted a record 18 tourism boards including those from Cook Islands, Dubai, Fiji, Hawaii, Korea, Malaysia, New Caledonia, Norfolk Island, Northern Territory, Samoa, Singapore, South Australia, Tahiti, Tonga, Australia, Ireland, Vanuatu and Britain.

House of Travel will have presentations during the day on every part of the world: 9.30am Australia, 10 cruising, 10.30 UK and Europe, 11 Asia, 11.30 Africa, noon Canada and Alaska, 12.30pm South Pacific, 1.30 USA, 2 Australia, 2.30 cruising, 3 UK and Europe, 3.30 Asia and 4 South America.

With more and more New Zealanders taking holidays overseas it's hardly surprising that travel expos are getting increasingly popular as people take the chance to check out what is on offer.

Flight Centre says the expos it held around the country last year were attended by more than 20,000 people who booked more than 6000 trips, and it is expecting to do even better this time.

House of Travel says last year's Auckland Expo alone attracted 8000 people and attendances at the present series of expos round the country are running at record levels with bookings up by 50 per cent.

Both companies agree that the big benefit of attending an expo is the opportunity to find all the areas of expertise you might want, and more than can be offered by any single travel agency, under the one roof.

"It's a great way for those thinking about a trip to seek all the advice, information and quotes they could want," says Flight Centre general manager Jeremy van de Klundert.

"You can actually meet representatives of airlines and land operators and discuss your plans with them in detail and get advice at firsthand."

But, with so much information on offer, how do you make the most of the opportunity?

House of Travel's expo co-ordinator, Peter Wallington (who also operates House of Travel shops in Ellerslie and Onehunga) has been involved with many such events and has a few tips to offer.

Before you go, he says, "have a think about what type of holiday you are looking for. This will give you a clear idea of what stalls you need to visit, what people you need to talk to and what brochures you need.

"You may wish to note down specific questions you need answers to so you don't leave the expo without the information you need."

Wallington says people should allow plenty of time to get around the displays and suggests it's worth thinking about going early because things get busier as the day advances.

He also recommends wearing walking shoes "because the venue is large and you will be on your feet for a reasonable period", and taking your full passport details with you, including the often forgotten expiry date, "in case you want to make bookings on the day".

When you get to the expo site, Wallington says, it's wise to take time to plan which stalls and which presentations you particularly want to see so you make the most of the opportunities.

Though it's worth having a good look round at everything, he advises "don't bombard yourself with too many brochures to take home because that will only confuse things. Stick to your priorities."

It's also a good idea to take a break at some stage - a coffee at the expo cafe or a walk outside - to "recharge your batteries and and review the information collected".

Finally, Wallington says travellers should be prepared to take advantage of the "genuine special offers available on the day", most of which will be secured by paying a deposit, so you'll need a credit card.

But, he adds, if you do put down money on a trip it's sensible to take out insurance to cover yourself against loss of deposit if things don't work out.

* If you can't get to the Auckland Travel Expos there will be other opportunities.

Flight Centre's Travel Expo 2006 will move from Auckland to the Queens Wharf Events Centre in Wellington on Sunday February 19 and the Christchurch Convention Centre on Sunday February 26.

House of Travel has already held most of the expos in the present round but it does have the Big World Expo in Whangarei on Saturday February 25.

Rosslyn Abernethy: Having it all inevitably exacts toll

One only has to open a women's magazine to be bombarded with images of the modern consummate woman.

She has it all. She is beautiful, professionally successful, relationship-satisfied and the mother of picturesque children.

But as Linda Clark has recently suggested in the Listener, this expectation may be unrealistic and unhelpful.

Can a woman really have it all? Does the pursuit of such come at the expense of sanity?

And, what is most important?

These questions haunt me as I come to my final year of study.

In entering a competitive career in law, I get the sense my child-bearing capacity may be seen as a professional disability. I may be unlikely to make partner, because statistics show that if I put my family first I will never surpass my male colleagues.

If I take time out to raise my children, I am likely to re-enter the workforce at a lower level, or else have my children in full-time care while I continue full-time work. Neither option appeals.

I am so grateful that I was born into a generation where a woman has the opportunity to follow her dreams.

In many ways I am grateful for the feminist movement that threw off the shackles of the kitchen apron, and established the beginnings of equality and status for women in the workplace.

And yet despite this, so many of my mother's generation seem to have remained unsatisfied and downright worn out.

Perhaps the largest shame in our social pursuit of "equality" is that little attention has been given to what it means to be a successful parent.

Years of social policies and behaviours have begun to erode family structures; encouraging autonomy and financial independence while at the same time placing less worth on committed relationships.

With so little social support available to vulnerable mothers, it is little wonder why each is pushed to be self-sufficient and independent.

Staring down the barrel of failed relationships and social abuse, can anyone be blamed for being wary of financial interdependence and shared responsibility?

In a world where people are valued for what they can do rather than for who they are, parenting is slowly being replaced by daycare and nannies.

For those parents who want to spend their time with their children, financial pressures make it nearly impossible for a family to survive on just one income.

And at the receiving end of all of this is the woman who is trying to succeed professionally, raise her children, and hold together her household.

The pendulum seems to be swinging back somewhat in the wake of the feminist movement, with society no longer viewing families as oppressive but rather moving towards an increased recognition of the importance of investing in the next generation.

Society will be strengthened when families are given the opportunity to impart their own personal values to their children, rather than having them imposed by external imperatives such as social policies, changing norms, and education practices.

Rather than having the government financially compensating parents for having children, it is time that our work structures reflected the fact that family is the very core of our society, and that all will benefit when our children are raised properly.

Replacing the current demands on women with a more balanced perception of what it means to succeed will enable them to more reasonably prioritise work and family, and reclaim some sanity.

When we value parenting then we value relationships, and these form the foundation of a well-functioning society.

The notion of the consummate woman needs to be put to rest.

She is tired, her kids are screaming in the other room, and she has deadlines coming out of her ears.

Perhaps a woman can't have it all. Or perhaps she can. The difference really lies in what we see as success.

* Rosslyn Abernethy is 21 and entering her final year at Auckland University, finishing BA/LLB studies.