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ParentsMarch 21, 2017

A tribute to Jesse Mulligan, the stay-at-home mum’s afternoon delight

Jesse Mulligan

TV presenter, stand-up comedian, journalist, loving husband, food critic, radio hero, father of three: is there anything Jesse Mulligan can’t do? Anna Gowan celebrates the unflappable host of afternoons on Radio New Zealand.

There was a time when Friday afternoons were glorious. When at 4.30pm, a beer would arrive on my desk care of a keen colleague who’d mentally checked out of work five hours earlier. It was time to back away from the keyboard and officially welcome back my favourite friend: the weekend.

“Let’s go out for tequila!” someone would say.

“Ugh. Really? Well … okay,” I’d say – because I COULD.

Those days are gone. Friday afternoons have become a time to be feared. There is only one saviour in the darkness, a soothing voice ahead of the storm: Jesse Mulligan on RNZ.

Jesse’s show is a balm on the afternoon. One o’clock in our house is calm and quiet – number two is asleep, number one is in her bedroom. For 26 minutes and 32 seconds, until the end of number one’s episode of Playschool Australia (hosted by Jay Laga’aia and Kevin Rudd), there is just me, my lunch and Jesse.

Definition of ‘sweet relief’
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Consuming a cup of tea and a stale peanut butter sandwich while listening to Jesse Mulligan on RNZ National.
“she breathed a sigh of sweet relief when Jesse announced today’s special on ethical protein”

Jesse is the collective work husband of all stay-at-home mums. He’s funny. He’s relatable. He listens. He offers intelligent conversation without expecting anything in return. He’s also sleep deprived.

Jesse talks really fondly about his wife and their three kids. One time, he lost his engagement ring in the sea and for a minute he was single. But then some man-dolphin dived into the waves and found Jesse’s wedding ring in the sand and Jesse’s marriage was restored.

In writing this ode to Jesse, I realised he is in fact in an open relationship with pretty much everyone.

“I’m writing a piece about how much I love Jesse Mulligan,” I told a friend.

“I can help you with that,” she said. “So can my husband.”

My love of Jesse is platonic. He’s my ultimate cruise ship companion, kind of like if Jack and Rose met on the Interislander rather than the Titanic.

But I believe the best way to truly show my appreciation for Jesse Mulligan is to rewrite the lyrics of Joshua Kadison’s 1993 classic, ‘Jessie’, in his honour. (Incidentally, the original song is about a girl who’s trying to organise a reunion with her cat. In the music video, Joshua Kadison, wearing a waistcoat with nothing underneath, plays a hand-painted piano in some sand dunes. I give it 10 out of 10.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gre4DZuA6k4)

‘Jesse (Mulligan)’, lyrics inspired by Joshua Kadison

From a studio in Auckland, Jesse checks in at 1pm
His voice is like ice-cream straight out of Mr Whippee’s van
He says ‘today we’re listening to poetry
With some live music for the fans.
I’m putting on Jane’s Addiction
Just because I can.
We’ll laugh with the bug lady
About sexy centipedes.’
Jesse you always know how
To get me back up on my feet.

Jesse, paint a picture about how this arvo’s gonna be
By now I should know better to think it will be a breeze
By that stage you will have biked off
To your other job on TV
And we’ll be stuck with Jim Mora
And you will have been a dream.
Jesse you can always sell
Any dream to me.

But rainbows never last, and alas, neither does Jesse’s show. At 3.45pm, the dreaded Jim Mora ‘n’ the Panel take over and I find myself whimpering in a corner.

“Winter is coming,” I whisper.

Sure enough 4pm rolls around and things in my household turn sour.

“THE FEIJOA ISN’T WORKING!”

“I want something hard to eat. No, not nuts. No, not ICE! NO I DO NOT WANT A … actually, yes I want a mandarin.”

“I (sob) need an ice pack for my mouth (sob) cos I hurt my teeth when I bit Sam (sob).”

“It’s NOT time for dinner. Joma and Juby are here for a play date and that would be RUDE.”

(The last one is particularly challenging. Have you ever tried negotiating with imaginary friends at 5pm? It’s IMPOSSIBLE.)

By 6.50pm, both kids have been bathed. The shampoo is mostly rinsed out of their hair. They’re in pyjamas that are a bit stiff, thanks to the dried porridge still stuck to the front. Their dinners are on the floor/walls/in my hair and to some extent, their tummies. Their books are ready, milk’s done and the finish line is so, so close.

I’ve never done a marathon, but 4pm to 7pm every day has to be like those last 10 kilometres when you’re so sure it has to be over soon.

And it’s some comfort to know that somewhere in Auckland, Jesse Mulligan’s wife is doing exactly the same thing.

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ParentsMarch 20, 2017

How to get clicks and make a name for yourself as a columnist by slamming parents and being an asshole

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Woman with pointed finger and a dipleased expression. Warped buildings in the background.

Spinoff Parents editor Emily Writes has a guide for mediocre columnists keen to drum up some manufactured outrage over Parents These Days

You’ve seen those columns on Stuff and in the Herald and The Daily Mail (if you read that garbage) – you know the ones – Parents/Children Are Out of Control! – the headlines scream. They’re desperate grabs for attention by a never-ending stream of columnists whose names and moans aren’t even useful for fish and chip paper. It’s kind of relentless – screeds and screeds on everything parents are doing wrong, every annoying trait children have, every way in which we are encroaching on the lives of people without kids or people who have grown children. Divisive, angry, pointless clickbait. I’m not a fan (if you can’t already tell).

The latest column that popped up in the most-popular section of a Will Not Be Named website was a list of things parents should never do in cafes. I’m not even going to link to it, because I refuse to feed the beast. BUT be assured, it was shit and it sent me into a rage. Because it was the ultimate weaksauce on the poo kebab that is Columns About Parents By People Who Want To Make A Name For Themselves By Being Controversial Click Baiting Chodes.

I decided to save everyone some time and just share the formula for writing this crap so we can all identify it and save these tragic “columnists” some time.

Step One: Pick a topic that is so easy to get people worked up about it’s like shooting fish in a barrel.

Might I suggest children in cafes? How about children on planes? How about children making any noise of any kind in any space ever? How about children existing on this planet? Perfect! If you’ve already written about this countless times and still haven’t beaten off enough rage boners – try breastfeeding in public, formula (anything about formula works), screen time (terrible!), or just any variation at all on that tried refrain of children are so bad because they don’t get smacked anymore because smacking is illegal now Hell in a Hambasket PC Gone Mad In My Day we had to walk 16 miles in the snow over broken glass to find a stone to give to our dads to beat us with for being naughty. If you’ve exhausted those options just repeat “Parents these days” x 1000.

Step Two: Share a totally believable and not at all completely imagined anecdote that definitely happened to you.

You were at a cafe and a mother pulled off a child’s nappy and smeared feces all over herself and her baby while screaming Heil Trump? Yes, that definitely sounds like like a True Fact. You were at the gas station minding your own business when a breast feeding mother held you down and made you suckle her teat while screaming Formula is Poison – I’ve seen this happen before! It happened to my uncle’s cousin’s uncle!

You were performing for the Queen and tickets cost One Actual Right Arm and yet in the front row there was just all these pre-verbal babies who heckled you and said you’ve got no talent and made you feel like maybe you won’t win an Oscar one day? Yup, I can see it now – how awful for you!

You were at a Pixar movie minding your own business and all these kids came in and were laughing joyfully and it hurt your ears? Well, actually – that does sound a bit right and a 6000 word column on how much that upset you is definitely a good idea.

You saw a pregnant mum feeling good about herself and had to take her down a notch by reminding her that it’s just a crotch nugget and she’s just a breeder and she’s already SO BORING? And Having A Baby Isn’t A Miracle And Doesn’t Make You A Goddess (this is an actual headline).

Step Three: Make sure everyone knows you’re special and NOT LIKE THOSE OTHER PARENTS.

Yeah, you raised your kids right. I totally believe you. You’re not like all these terrible parents out there. You’re a great parent. You’re not at all trying to make yourself feel better about your own parenting failures by vomiting judgement and scorn on other parents! That’s not you at all. You just did it right didn’t you? It’s easy to parent – it’s been 60 years since you did it but you did it the proper way. You don’t have rose-tinted glasses on. You’re not just looking back with softened edges and nostalgia. You’re not throwing other parents under the bus in the hopes that somebody else won’t fling you under there too. Definitely not – you’re just a better person right? All these mums struggling through, trying to do their best, they are just useless. And it’s important they know that about themselves – I mean they’re probably already feeling that but make sure you tell them anyway.

Step four: Give back by adding to a discourse that encourages violence against children and silences struggling mothers.

Woah Nelly! Hold up! You’re just trying to get some clicks. You’re not doing any harm here. You just want to be a columnist and it’s tough out there – controversial means clicks and you need those clicks. You’re being way too hard out saying this opinion that children should be seen and not heard and actually not even seen at all is dangerous! I mean when almost every piece of writing in mainstream media encourages an already thriving societal pressure on parents to keep their children away from adults that’s not going to have an impact is it? And you said parents not mothers. Never-mind that the primary caregivers of parents are mothers and when a father goes into a cafe with his child he’s showered with French pastries and blow jobs because he’s Parenting in Public and a mother is treated with scorn before she even enters the door. How could you possibly be adding to that?

All you did was write a column saying the following things irritate you about mothers when they’re in cafes – when they give their children screens, when they don’t give their children screens, when their child eats, talks loudly, laughs loudly, touches anything, when they bring a buggy, when they don’t put their child in a buggy, expecting people to treat you kindly in any way because they’re a human being and you’re a human being…That’s fine isn’t it? I mean afterward there were thousands of comments attacking mothers and children and saying they shouldn’t be allowed anywhere in public and they’re all terrible and they’re all shit and they’re all the Worst and they should just stay in their houses and stay the fuck away from the general public….but it’s all engagement right? Nothing comes from this? It’s all a bit of harmless banter right? A complete society system change to support our vulnerable parents and children and look for ways to make sure all children feel safe and secure and cherished and valued isn’t needed in a country with high-rates of suicide in mothers and abuse of children. Oh. Uh. Shhhh.

Step Five: Pour a glass of wine and enjoy the hate-village you’ve created.

You did a great job! 4000 hits! Go you! You’ve really achieved something today. Lots of angry people who hate kids and mothers agreed with you. Lots of Really Good Mothers Not Like Those Other Mothers agreed with you. Lots of people got to have a great little rage wank and everyone is feeling great. Well, not the new mother who is already feeling anxious about leaving the house lest she get pounced on for doing literally anything that shows she exists in public. And umm not the mum with a child on the spectrum who is now reminded there’s no space for her family in public. And not the mum who has PND and is just trying to make it through the day and not feel so desperately isolated. I mean not them, but fuck them because look at all your fans! You’re so popular. Your editor wants another one. You can do it! These things are so easy to churn out, they take actually no thought at all. Who knew this could kick-start that failing writing career. You’ve been shot up the ass with a rainbow.

Quick!

No time to waste: Go to step one. You’re on deadline now.

Feed the beast.

Emily Writes is editor of The Spinoff Parents. Her book Rants in the Dark is out now. Follow her on Facebook here.

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