Posts by Kyle Matthews
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Best to get the zip replaced
It has four domes outside the zip so it's still close-able and quite comfortable, so I haven't been concerned. If they start to go I'll look at taking it in for repair.
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I feel I really have to say here... I love my leather jacket, and I wear it all the time.
No, really. I bought it new about 15 years ago, and it took about 10 years to get properly worn in.
I got my leather jacket 15 years two months ago, in a shop somewhere near Baltimore as a birthday present. Bomber style, which makes it slightly short for me but everything is too short for me. Zip went about five years ago but still real comfy and the rest of it looks like it will last for about another 15 years.
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with kids, as soon as I leave my 3yo in the car for 30 seconds while I run into a dairy to get milk, I get the guy ahead of me in the queue making loud and pointed comments to his companion about how it's terrible to leave children unattended in cars.
But no doubt not allowing you to jump ahead of them in the queue to leave the child in the car for a shorter time?
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It held as important one's origin down to details of which boat of the original settlement fleet they were on. Things like that seemed very important to people I met in suburbs such as Fendalton.
I once had a job where part of the work involved getting the correct postal code for about 50,000 NZ addresses for a mailout.
We used a number of different tactics, but one was to take all the people who'd listed their suburb as Fendalton, and go through and check the actual street to see which code it had listed with it, because many of them weren't in Fendalton according to NZ post. Similar with Remuera.
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I can't imagine what would be worse than goats.
Regularly posting on kiwiblog?
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Just let me know when y'all get tired of the argument ...
I dropped off a while ago :)
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I am pretty sure if a public figure from any walk of like hit a woman or killed a child their career would be over but I may be mistaken.
Sadly not so. Charlie Sheen was given a two year suspended sentence in the 1990s for physically assaulting a girlfriend. His career is doing ok. Plenty of sportspeople as well.
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His mother was still working class, I'm afraid, it's very hard to lump teachers with the bourgeoisie.
Ownership of the means of production has it's place, but my father doesn't own any capital in his workplace, yet he employs thousands of staff and earns a pretty decent salary. Any definition which lumps him in with the working class needs some large grains of salt.
And the person in question wasn't working in a typical job at the time. He was a part time student, part time on the board of a student executive which made him an employer. His definition of him being working class was "my mother does this".
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He was also right. Go figure.
I can't remember the exact details, but it was something like his mother was head of a department in a decent secondary school and his father had a management job. His analysis I think revolved around the fact that they didn't own the means of production, so were therefore 'working class'. I'm not sure if he recognised that there was a middle class at all, which is what we were all entertained by.
Like me, he was expressing his middle-class-ness by racking up student loans and delaying getting out in the real world to earn some money, by devoting large amounts of time to student politics.
Kyle, can you just look over into that corner in your memory, and then answer me this question: are there any chicks?
There was one I think. She, and her partner I think left the social grouping when they were told that their relationship and gender politics were interfering with a proper class-based analysis of the world. Or similar.
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Like Isabel, our family has sort of bobbed around on the class border for the last couple of generations. My mother was a teacher,
I went through student politics with a person who claimed to be working class because his mother was a teacher. We sniggered but he was adamant.
He was a friend of Chris Trotter's and used to hang out in the corner bar of the Cook as part of that crowd.