I am just watching the news in Australia with a tear in my eye…Australia has its first FEMALE PRIME MINISTER!!!! Hurrah! And she’s pretty fabulous to boot. I am not a little bit emotional about it.

It makes a difference somehow to how I feel. When we got Rudd, we got a PM who spoke the language of a contemporary Australian; he could even speak Mandarin and had an Asian son-in-law…well, that was like a load off my shoulders – a PM of the real world we live in, not the old, white guard.

But for me, this is even better – a woman!

And why does this matter? I can’t explain it, but it somehow makes me feel – what – valued, maybe? Understood?