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Flat White My Bill Daisy Cousens Daisy Cousens 14 March 2017 2:25 PM I met Bill Leak just the once. It was at a dinner party; my old boss at Quadrant Magazine was heading back to England after a wonderful term of service in Australia. He was having a feast at Alegrias Spanish restaurant in Balmain. Officially his Editorial Assistant, I preferred to call myself ‘John O’Sullivan’s Girl Friday’. It sounded very ‘naughty secretary’, and was a conscious snub to the feminist left (for whom I always seek new ways to irritate). I arrived first, of course, to make sure all was well with the booking, and to take care of any early arrivals. Decked to the nines as usual, manoeuvring my way into the private dining room in my pencil skirt and teetering heels, quietly fretting over whether my lipstick was bleeding, I met John’s first guest. A gentleman by the name of Peter Smith; journalist and commentator, with a charming smile and open demeanour. As we went through the usual small talk, another guest walked through the door. He was a tall, wiry man, with short silver hair and a startlingly handsome face. He carried himself with an air of someone perpetually searching; be it for coffee, company, or perhaps something more ethereal. But what struck me were his anxious eyes. This was a man with many secrets. “Am I in the right place?” he queried. “John O’Sullivan’s farewell dinner?” I replied. “Yes!” he replied, relief flooding his somewhat-weathered face. “Hi,” he continued, extending his hand. “I’m Bill.” “Bill,” I thought to myself. I quickly ran over the guest list in my head; Helen, Tim, two Peters, John and Keith of course – I knew who this was. “Bill Leak?” I replied, my voice embarrassingly high. “Hel – hello! So nice to meet you! I’m Daisy…John O’Sullivan’s Girl Friday.” “’John O’Sullivan’s Girl Friday?’” he repeated, his face amused and pleased. “What a wonderful way to introduce yourself!” I laughed, nobody had ever had that reaction to my unofficial title before. I usually got looks of bewilderment at best. I very much knew of Bill Leak. John spoke of him often, always with fondness and respect. I had included him on group emails, put him on guest lists, and of course, had heard about that particular cartoon. He seemed a man of great prestige, intellect, and daring, all of which he was, but not in the way I expected. I had anticipated a rather wizened, perhaps balding man of about seventy, a recluse with an air of cynicism. This was a gentleman, whose handsome face and unstudied smile left me strangely weak. This was Bill Leak. And I was pleased. “Won’t you sit down? I offered. “Thank you,” he replied. He sat next to me, and I couldn’t help but stare. There was a presence about this man, a sharp wit and effortless charisma. But above all, there was kindness. I could tell by the generosity with which he gave of his energy. There was nothing pretentious, nothing fabricated. The easy charm created conversations as easily as a snuffed candle created smoke. He was an artist, after all, genuinely interested in everything humanity had to offer. Always interested, always observing. And always thinking. I could see it in his eyes, still anxious, but less so now. We talked all night. Islam, immigration, feminism, feminism again, the Liberal Party, much about Donald Trump, once more, my anger at third-wave feminists for neglecting the truly needy in countries under Islamic rule. All our views were shared commodities, there was not a topic we disagreed on. In the hours I knew him, I realised he was unique. A precious intellect, and an earnestness in everything he said and did. I brought up the cartoon. I could tell it was always burning the back of his brain. And I was curious. “You know, Bill,” I said, late into the evening. Neither one of us had been drinking, this conversation was unclouded. “I cannot, for the life me, work out why people had that reaction to your cartoon.” Simple words, but he could sense my despair and confusion behind them. He paused. “I can, Daisy,” he began. He did not shy away. This experience was such that it shrouded his every moment. “Have you ever heard of a Freudian theory called ‘negation’?” I said I hadn’t. He continued. “Freud uses the example of a mother who does not really love her child. Her outward behaviour would be to shower the child with love, praise, presents, and endless affection. But it’s all a lie; an act to cover up what her total disconnect with her child. She is compensating, masking her indifference as best she can, not just from other people, but herself.” “So you mean,” I continued as his voice trailed off, “that those who were outraged, who became histrionic, who damned you to hell and back, actually knew you were telling the truth?” “Yes,” he nodded slowly. “Not only that, they were aware of their own bigotry. And it scared them. So, as those sorts of people inevitably do, they lashed out. And I copped the full weight of their hatefulness.” I was stunned. This was my theory of the noisy, hypocritical, regressive left; that their emphatic insistence on tolerance, empathy, and diversity was all a sham. That actually, given their blind intolerance of anyone with a different opinion, all the very worst bigots, homophobes, racists, misogynists, and every other label they had so unjustly ascribed to Bill, were on the left. Bill, an artist who had suffered so incredibly, would be more aware than anyone of the human condition; its excesses, its beauty, but above all, it’s failures. That was how he could so perfectly capture a feeling, a frustration, a truth that needed to be told, with just a few strokes of his brush. And most importantly, he dared to tell it. He was unique in his courage. And I was besotted. He had to leave early. He hugged me, that smile etched into his face. “Daisy, so, so wonderful to meet you,” he said. ‘You’ll go far, my girl.” And with that, he was gone. My disappointment to see him leave surprised me. From that encounter, just a few hours long, I was somehow changed. To spend time with Bill Leak, however painfully brief, was to encounter something you do not find anywhere else. And you are blessed to have known it. There was the car trip. On the way back from Canberra, with me as his passenger, Nick Cater received a call. Satisfied from a wonderful couple of days at Menzies, but half asleep, I registered Bill’s voice on the phone. He sounded joyous; there was none of the hidden anguish I had heard that night at dinner. He was speaking of his upcoming book launch. I had delighted in the title when he told me at dinner, with determination in his anxious eyes. I am a provocateur. I make it my business to trigger snowflakes. ‘Trigger Warning’ suited me just fine. I laughed at something Bill said; he was on loudspeaker, and he heard. “Who’s that in the car with you?” he asked. “It’s Daisy,” Nick replied. I expected Bill to ask my last name. He didn’t. “Daisy? Beautiful Daisy?” he exclaimed. “Yep, beautiful Daisy,” Nick repeated. “Yes, yes it’s me!” I replied. “Beautiful Daisy, beautiful girl!” he continued. “How are you?” “I’m well,” I answered, suddenly wide awake. “And I’m excited for your launch.” “Me too!” he said gleefully. The book launch arrived. I was late. I could only stay for about forty-five minutes. The room was packed, and all were buzzing. I thought to myself that Bill must be the most popular man in Sydney, at least among conservatives I saw Bill from a distance, he seemed to be checking his phone. I could have gone to him, congratulated him, told him how overjoyed I was he’d done it. He’d won. But the crowd closed too quickly. I was nervous about staying too long, so I let the opening slip. The speeches started. Shifting from foot to foot, I waited for Bill’s, checking the time every two minutes or so. Bill finally began; he joked, we all laughed. I was amazed he could still laugh like that. Bill was a pioneer for me; silly little me, who has suffered a fraction of the harassment he has but who shamefully cries with frustration, all the time, when it happens. Time was up. I scurried towards the elevator, hoping the clip clop of my most immobile heels wouldn’t interrupt the great man. I took one last look at Bill as the elevator doors closed. His face disappeared. Friday. Lunchtime. I was chatting animatedly with my friend Rick on my lunchbreak, glowing with pride over my appearance on The Bolt Report a few nights prior, purring with self-satisfaction. My phone dinged; it was a friend, Caleb Bond, in Adelaide. “Oh my God. Bill Leak is dead,” read the text. “What?!” I exclaimed, my voice little more than a squeak. “What’s wrong?” said Rick, instantly worried. I said nothing, just showed him my phone screen. His face paled. The noise of the food court dulled. All I could hear was the vacuum of quiet shock; the kind that only comes with catastrophe. My face grew hot. Tears pricked the back of my eyes. I blinked them away; not here. I tried to go back to work. I couldn’t concentrate. Instead I put on my sunglasses and walked the CBD. Tears were falling down my cheeks, barely masked by the dark lenses. It was only then I realised the profound effect this good, kind, courageous soul had had on me. He should have been a big part of my life; a mentor, a guide. I will always regret that moment I left the launch.
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Mar 14, 2017 11:22
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ne: ^^^  NTRabbit posted:Has anyone explored the possibility that Mark Latham has late stage Syphilis? He probably caught it from Ross Cameron
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Mar 14, 2017 11:22
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bowmore posted:Pretty quick to endorse marriage equality when the wallet is about to This. They weren't just being tone-deaf. It's the obliviousness of privilege to not see how just being associated with that ad showed most of us how we are just not represented in any way. Tim Wilson is free to be a hypocrite if he wants to, but we already know he won't listen. Coopers on the other hand, have something to lose. Starshark posted:Flat White Hey, speaking of privilege, it's a chick flick fantasy about a racist cartoonist. Classy, Daisy.
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Mar 14, 2017 11:29
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https://twitter.com/MarkDiStef/status/841565016016932864
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Mar 14, 2017 11:44
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Starshark posted:
I will always regret that moment that daisy left the womb.
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Mar 14, 2017 11:45
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Coopers is Halal certfied I've been boycotting it for over a year
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Mar 14, 2017 11:49
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Why I Masturbated to Bill Leak, by Daisy Cousens.
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Mar 14, 2017 11:53
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I Wanted Leak to be My Daddy but I Didn't Get Enough Surgery by Daisy Cousens
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Mar 14, 2017 11:57
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I pity the alternate timeline that got Latham as PM.
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Mar 14, 2017 11:58
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Please "Leak" on me Dead Bill by Daisy Cousens
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Mar 14, 2017 11:58
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Ora Tzo posted:I pity the alternate universe that got Latham as PM. If Latham had won in 2004 Gillard would have taken over pretty shortly afterwards.
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Mar 14, 2017 11:59
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Doctor Spaceman posted:If Latham had won in 2004 Gillard would have taken over pretty shortly afterwards. It probably would've been Macklin in her shoes. And Costello would've still been around.
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Mar 14, 2017 12:02
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No slut shaming. < >
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Mar 14, 2017 12:04
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Daisy Cousens posted:
hahahaha, jfc, this poo poo is the worst
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Mar 14, 2017 12:09
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Who the gently caress still takes Freud seriously in the 21st century? That guy basically invented the whole "I'm not racist for saying it, you're racist for acknowledging it as bigoted" thing they mentioned in the article.
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Mar 14, 2017 12:10
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Did the Spectator take that piece down?
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Mar 14, 2017 12:13
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Doctor Spaceman posted:Did the Spectator take that piece down? It seems so, everyone's passing on the google cache link. Here's a pastebin of it.
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Mar 14, 2017 12:16
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Doctor Spaceman posted:Did the Spectator take that piece down? yep. https://twitter.com/dannolan/status/841606074004250625 Cached here: https://webcache.googleusercontent....n&ct=clnk&gl=au
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Mar 14, 2017 12:17
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My friends are dead racists and school children, you'll never guess which one I want to bone
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Mar 14, 2017 12:22
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I'll just leave a paste of a Chris Kenny footnote herequote:FOOTNOTE: Let me mention a column in The West Australian by one of their journalists, Ben Harvey. Harvey admonished this newspaper for editorialising in favour of the Barnett government last Friday, suggesting that our editorial opinion ought to be dictated by the accurate Newspoll surveys we publish. Also Daisy has been deleting her tweets about the Spectator article, so she must have had smacksies from Rowan.
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Mar 14, 2017 12:51
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ewe2 posted:Also Daisy has been deleting her tweets about the Spectator article, so she must have had smacksies from Rowan.
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Mar 14, 2017 12:55
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I must admit I don't understand. Is the Spectator actually embarrassed, and if so, why didn't they catch it before it was published?
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Mar 14, 2017 12:59
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Starshark posted:I must admit I don't understand. Is the Spectator actually embarrassed, and if so, why didn't they catch it before it was published? see the behavior of Coopers the last two days, same thing
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Mar 14, 2017 12:59
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Daisy Cousens posted:That Time I Turned Down Sex With My Celebrity Crush
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Mar 14, 2017 13:06
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quote:“Have you ever heard of a Freudian theory called ‘negation’?” My new pick up line. I think I'll call it negging. Gets all them ladies.
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Mar 14, 2017 13:12
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Starshark posted:Flat White HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Mar 14, 2017 13:13
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Glad that Dr. Bill Leak, Analyst/Therapist was able to diagnose us terrible lefties with "Negation" or whatever (lol at not using Vaillant's conceptualisation, what a rookie)
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Mar 14, 2017 13:17
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Only asshats use Freudian theories.
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Mar 14, 2017 13:18
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https://twitter.com/clementine_ford/status/841624035553292290
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Mar 14, 2017 13:21
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https://twitter.com/DaisyCousens/status/839728351824654336
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Mar 14, 2017 13:22
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this line is just loving incredible Simple words, but he could sense my despair and confusion behind them. He paused. “I can, Daisy,” he began. He did not shy away. This experience was such that it shrouded his every moment. “Have you ever heard of a Freudian theory called ‘negation’?”
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Mar 14, 2017 13:33
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Simple words, but he could sense my despair and confusion behind them. He paused. “I can, Anakin,” he began. He did not shy away. This experience was such that it shrouded his every moment. “Have you ever heard of the story of Darth Plagueis the Wise?”
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Mar 14, 2017 13:33
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Milky Moor posted:this line is just loving incredible Daisy, have you ever heard of that libertarian graphic novel where the time travelling detective goes to a future where monkeys are the happy slaves of humanity?
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Mar 14, 2017 13:36
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quote:Simple words, but he could sense my despair and confusion behind them. He paused. “I can, Daisy,” he began. He did not shy away. This experience was such that it shrouded his every moment. “This, my darling, is the Zybourne Clock".
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Mar 14, 2017 13:43
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god drat
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Mar 14, 2017 13:48
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Reminder that Daisy Cousens has a Masters in creative writing. Let that one sink in a bit. Also, sorry to be an erzatz twitter feed but jfc https://twitter.com/SenatorMRoberts/status/841439459690258432 Melbourne Comedy Festival started early this year?
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Mar 14, 2017 13:49
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quote:Simple words, but he could sense my despair and confusion behind them. He paused. “I can, Agent Starling,” he began. He did not shy away. This experience was such that it shrouded his every moment. “Have you ever heard of a Freudian theory called ‘negation’?”
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Mar 14, 2017 13:50
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ewe2 posted:Reminder that Daisy Cousens has a Masters in creative writing. Let that one sink in a bit. Do PHON support nuclear power or are they nimby on it?
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JBP posted:Do PHON support nuclear power or are they nimby on it? Roberts supports nuclear power, but I don't think Pauline or PHON have a stated position beyond some nonsense, conspiracy theory riddled policy about affordable energy which is basically "anything but renewables and shut down the bureau of meteorology because it's run by climate communists" NTRabbit fucked around with this message at 15:40 on Mar 14, 2017 |
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