I find it immensely dull that International Women’s Day is primarily used as a platform for the sisterhood to whinge about the *cough* big issues facing oppressed, middle-class, mod-con owning, yoga-pant wearing Australian women. In reality, their greatest achievement is managing to hold together the pretence of actually liking other women just long enough to sock one to the blokes. 

So, in a decidedly different approach, I thought I’d share some wisdom from my Nonna. 

I grew up on a farm in country Western Australia.