Pride & Prejudice

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I’d like to believe I’m a modern woman, yet still we live in a world where prejudice still exists.

Am I guilty of prejudice? Judging on appearances? Since I starting working on Australia’s Got Talent… I was about to find out.

We’ve seen a lot of dance acts through the auditions - so its hard to feel impressed by them.

Brisbane – It’s the end of day – 10.30pm… I’m slightly weary, tired.

A dance crew – A cocky bunch of about 20 young men march on – I think to myself – Oh god, really another dance act? And, what’s with the LA gang style bandanas? They look like they’re going to steal my handbag - I am judging this book by its cover.

These men are dressed in black t-shirts, oozing macho pride - giving it ‘the big-un’. They introduce themselves and stand in that urban ‘street’ way… I begin to yawn inside… I’ve seen this before…

Then suddenly one of the boys standing on the end of the group catches my eye. He is standing differently to the others… almost like a member of Glee but he’s hanging with this tough bunch… something doesn’t fit here, It’s jarring with my pre-judgment – what’s he doing hanging with them?

He talks with excited gleeful enthusiasm and he’s a Spice Girl fan! I can’t work it out – who is this group of macho hard-core looking cool dudes with the camp one on the end?

I’m curious & skeptical… I expect nothing special.

Then boom! The music explodes, and so do they!

These guys blow me away. For five minutes I feel absolutely electrified! Imagine a tribe of testosterone moving as one – brilliant dancers & choreography! Then a bloke growls and rips at his t-shirt… It’s gang warfare. And just when I think I know who they are, suddenly they’re strutting like it’s a Lady Gaga bromance – lead by the Spice fan earlier – so growling bears and camp boys moving together, I’m delighted and gob-smacked…

This dance group reminded me – The cocky know it all that I am – who’s thought she’d seen it, done it, read the book and bought the t-shirt – not to judge the book by its cover. In fact rip the cover off – its cool to be a mix bag… we all can be different and still move as one. I’m impressed  – I see a positive glance of who we are today.

Sometimes in life I think it's one thing, when actually it's another.

What I need a coat? – What do you mean it’s chilly in Australia!?

See u soon – love Geri xx

 

The Impatient Cow

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I’m an impatient cow… Now please! Please!

I’ve always wanted to take the cake out the oven before its even cooked and just eat it!

I’m in Australia judging on the show ‘Australia’s Got Talent’. It’s so much fun and everyone here has been incredibly lovely to me. I like Australian people.

I’m here to judge, find a star & give my opinion – Say what I think… whether ‘right’ or ‘wrong’. It’s tough when 3 other people that I admire think something different to me.

There was this rock band – I thought were lukewarm – and everyone else was saying they were great. This has happened a few times where my opinion has differed from the rest of the panel – whom are just adorable; Dawn French - Gorgeous, Kyle Dj - Shiny soul & funny, Timomatic – Smooth & cute. I feel like it’s a family, they really make me laugh.

Cut back to the last 2 years - I did some guest judging on X Factor, I did my best, but I was the new girl for one day… I tried to fit in… I look back and cringe at myself, have you ever been the new girl or boy? Or, wanting to be included in the gang? It was with Gary Barlow, Tulisa and Louis Walsh – I tried to be liked. I was disappointed I didn’t become a full time judge – but I accepted maybe it wasn’t meant to be… and moved on.

Cut to a year later… in that time I’d hit a few speed bumps in my life. Maybe it was hitting 40? Maybe it was being shouted at on Twitter? – Having to let go of what people think .

But as I come to Australia I realised I’ve changed… I feel liberated to really show up and just say what I feel (with love) and with confidence, and let go! It’s shown me its okay to be different! Even among a lovely bunch of people I admire.

Thank god sometimes I don’t get what I want when I want it – I’d have probably f*cked it up.

Looking back I wasn’t ready to be the person I am striving to be today.

So I’m trying to remind the impatient cow that I am – things happen at the right time when the cake is ready. And now I do feel ready to be part of a show that celebrates people, and which gives them an opportunity. I am having a personal lesson in telling the truth, owning my opinion – which is sometimes scary but also liberating… even if you wont like me or love for it.

So last weekend I danced with an old Elvis who grows vegetables, I saw a funky bunny who played the bass - amazing, and I ate vegemite.

It’s like a party to celebrate our talent. And, I endeavor to give my opinion that’s honest and always from the heart.. 

Now what time is it?? Where the f*ck is that cab?!

Yours lovingly,

The impatient cow,

Geri xxx