Bling! Bling! The GODDESS range is calling!

It’s the very last week of our Sister Act campaign with Sisters Inside Inc!

The wonderful volunteers, admin staff and of course organisation leader Debbie Kilroy, work tirelessly and passionately to provide creative and open spaces for young Aboriginal women. Much of their work focusses on improving the rights of women in Queensland prisons, while establishing safe learning environments for girls who may be at risk of offending in the Brisbane area. We congratulate them on their achievements and values and hope the money raised from the GODDESS range will be of great use!

Head to our Etsy store to purchase your goodwill bling! Be a goddess and wear GODDESS!

Luv ‘n’ poms,

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Cool chicks: Indigenous lady loves

There’s not a moment in the day that can’t be spent celebrating the wonderful Indigenous ladies of Oz! So here’s just a few to be thankful for!

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Professor Gracelyn Smallwood- Human Rights advocate, Qld

Prof. Smallwood grew up on the outskirts of Townsville. Like many young Indigenous women in the area, she pursued one of the few higher education courses available to her, Nursing.  She received a great deal of support and love from her family at this time, and after hard work, completed her nurse training at Townsville General Hospital. She followed this with a post-graduate degree in midwifery and a Diploma in Mental Health. Now accredited a a number of fields, Smallwood’s passion for and involvement in the health system lead her to co-found and become the first registered nurse to work at the Townsville Aboriginal and Islanders’ Health Service. She has received an Aboriginal Overseas Study Award, a Queensland Aboriginal of the Year Award in 1986, an Order of Australia Medal in 1992 for service to public health, particularly HIV-AIDS education, the Henry Kemp Memorial Award at the International Society for Prevention of Child Abuse and Neglect in 1994 and most recently in 2014, a NAIDOC Person of the Year Award.

Professor Smallwood leads by example for all women with a passion for their community and their health care system. Her studiousness, and dedication to tackling health as a social justice issue make her one VERY COOL CHICK!

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Miranda Tapsell- Actress

Best known for her quick and cute as a button wit in Australian film The Sapphires, Miranda Tapsell is a household name. Born in Darwin in 1988, Tapsell is a Larrakia woman. When she turned five her family moved to Jabiru in West Arnhem Land where she would grow up a short distance from Kakadu National Park. During highschool, Miranda was a keen theatre performer, and at age sixteen (2004) she won the Bell Shakespeare Company regional performance scholarship. After finishing school, Tapsell moved to Sydney to study acting at the prestigious National Institute of Dramatic Art (NIDA). She graduated in 2008 and in 2012 landed her best known role in The Sapphires!

She has since applied her art to the popular Aussie drama Love Child, ABC’s Redfern Now and the telemovie, Mabo. As a young Aboriginal woman, Miranda’s contribution to the Australian entertainment industry has been one of authenticity and the building of a  broader sense of identity in Australian TV and film. Tapsell’s career, at just 27 years old, encourages a wider space for Aboriginal creatives and emphasises the importance of multicultural and first nations people representation in Australia media. Phwoar, what a top chick!

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Linda Burney- Member for Barton (ALP), Shadow Minister for Human Services

All hail Linda Burney, the first Aboriginal woman to serve in the House of Representatives. And about bloody time, we think! Ms Burney has represented the Labour Party since 2003 in Community Service Departments and in a deputy leadership role.

But before she had her sights set on Parliament, Linda completed a Diploma of Teaching from the then Mitchell College of Advanced Education (now Charles Sturt University). And guess what? She was the first Aboriginal graduate they ever had! So many firsts! Well, we think that makes Linda’s a total Number One Cool Chick, for sure. We’re sure to see a lot of positive movements and ideas coming from Ms Burney during her term. We’re behind you here at PPZ!

So there you have it, another round of total knock-out Cool Indigenous Chicks! Be sure to show your support to help our local young wonder women at Sisters Inside Inc by purchasing some cute earrings from our GODDESS range! Prices move between $10 to $14.95 and are selling fast. Get yours here!

Luv ‘n’ poms,

Shelley and Anna

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The farshun police playlist

To commemorate the, let’s call them “unique”, outfit choices of a younger Anna, PPZ has created an appropriate MONDAY MIXTAPE! Filled with killer hits of such fancily dressed pop stars as the late David Bowie ( </3 ), Lykke Li, Bjork and Scritti Politti, it’s best to have yourself a soundtrack if you’re thinkin’ of dressing risky this week!

Luv ‘n’ poms,

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A letter to my younger self: YOU CAN’T GO OUT IN THAT

In the case that a very limited and possibly technologically underwhelming time machine were gifted unto me, I would use it to FARSHUN POLICE myself. For real, it would be way better if I could go back a good seventy and have tea with Frida Kahlo in the Blue House, or sit in on some Luther-King speeches, but we’ll take what we can figuratively get, okay? Right. Nice one.

ITEM ONE: The Blue Tights


God rest ye merry gentlemen, no. I should not have worn these. And yet I still own them? Perhaps as a reminder that no matter what Assignment Minder has in store, life cannot possible steep any, flippin’, lower. These blue tights were of the dusky-blue persuasion. Not a bright blue, not an opaque stocking type of blue, but the shade that looks a bit like gangrene, and a bit like I’d dipped my legs in a sad bubblegum soup. I wore them to Shalom Day, our high school’s birthday. And I wore them because I’d organised my ‘band’ (we formed for Shalom Day), to play a Franz Ferdinand cover at lunch (free cordial and cake, yes you may enter). We played, and it was good*, and then after, a ~cool gurl~ from my brother’s year told me she liked my tights. I thought “chyeah” was a pretty hip reply.

The compliment gave me a wee spring in my wee step. I felt that intravenous hug you get when you know you look FLY and it’s because you’re a STYLE GODDESS. I think I did a little strut to my homeroom’s bag rack and introduced a little bit of a moody saunter en route the bus stop. I’ll have you know it was all very nonchalant, like in the movies even. But all this sauntering and strutting and feeling like a Thread Lord had come at a price. It had nipped and tucked my skirt into the back of my bag. It had, unbeknownst to me, revealed my BOTTOM unto the WORLD. It had SHOWCASED the (DUSK) BLUE TIGHTS IN ALL THEIR STUPENDOUS LENGTH and in ALL THEIR GANGRENE GLORY. It, I now realise, was the reason the high school’s dreamboat boi had ACTUALLY, REALLY SMILED at me. It had pressed upon my psyche that blue tights are out to shame thee, are out to get thee. It had been the moment that Future Anna should’ve/could’ve/ oh my GOD would’ve stepped in and said HAHAHA RUN!

…Maybe at this point in the anecdote you thought I’d say something poignant to my wee self, something that rings true for our generation, promotes a blessed legacy of sorts, but I only have like three minutes to revisit this piece of my history because of this piece of junk time machine I’m using to illustrate this story, so, I have to be linguistically efficient, okay? Yeah, so I’d tell myself to run and not look back and remember this day as just free cake and free cordial and a free life FARSHUN LESSON.

*This word is used interchangeably with a sound guy’s nightmare.

ITEM TWO: Knee-Length Board Shorts and Layered Hair


Aw, heck, Big W so played me. They got me good. They had year five me (yes we’ve gone back a bit further, not ahead, maybe I should’ve started here, maybe it’s okay to keep going, maybe I’ll just shut u-) wandering the Under 10s section thinking, “yes. YES! Orange boardies with FLAMES and a HUGE blue t-shirt is a GREAT LOOK. I’ll look good. I’ll look SO NICE”. And I mean, it was comfortable. Like the way cotton and nylon are comfortable and allow for the dumb, ill-thought out movements of a ten year old. It was pretty baggy. And I liked that. I liked hiding a bit inside them and not having to worry if my tum looked big. I was kind of the pork dumpling in our grade of girls, for most of school. Most were twig thin, while I didn’t really climb trees because what if the wind blows and my tum shows, or my chubber arms can’t HEFT me up. That all sounds a bit sad and confession-y, and I suppose it is, but then consider that I was also mega scared of heights and it worked out for the best, really.

I had layered hair at the time too. I liked to plait it so it looked WHISPY and maybe even, how you say, EDGY. But I probably looked like a cute sheep at a KISS concert; a bit ruffled, with the applicable but questionable follicle frenzy on my head, and a bit in need of supervision from a parent or parental guardian.


And I would say one thing to little bb nugget me. One thing, in that mosh pit of tum insecurity and hairdo obscurity, and that is… DON’T DRESS TO HIDE. Because really, I must have stuck out, well and truly. While other mini chiquitas worked Piping Hot sundresses and Paul Frank denims, I camped my body in a Big W tent of FLAMES and TUM DELUSION. Luckily though, I can see clearly now, the Hawaiian print is gone*. In fact, maybe now I’ll even wear it ~ ironically ~.


Words and collage images by Anna

A note for Little Lillian

– Lillian, Student in Environmental Management , 20 –

I’ve only recently stepped back to look at myself and this is what I’ve found out:

I am open, I can see both sides of everything, even if I believe in something really strongly, I could be convinced of the opposite.

I’m pretty tall.
I am sensitive, I cry A LOT, I feel hurt a lot, and I’m a recovering ‘sorry!’-aholic.
Also, I get mad when my sleep is interrupted.

I have decided to speak to my year 11 self, who has been in love with a boy for the past 2 years, has never been to a ‘drinking’ party and is feeling stifled and unsatisfied with her friend group. She is embarrassed by most things: conversations while standing up, her massive binders she carries around because it sounded like a good idea for senior school. Her athletes foot school shoes, her name etc, etc.


A wise old friend told me growing up is about becoming surer of yourself, and if this is true, I still have a heck of a long way to go. HOWEVER, just by wearing a hat when it’s sunny, even if nobody else is (because we’re out of school) or standing up straight because it looks better or admitting that you don’t like McDonalds or baked beans or exercise tights are all signs of growth. To ME! If something doesn’t feel right, it’s because it’s not you!! Trust your instinct. I admit we are a nancy though, we like to take plastic bags to festivals to sit on so our clothes don’t get muddy, and condition our leather shoes and take two towels when going away so we can use one if the other is wet. But…. whatever. Everyone else should grow up and take care of their clothes.


Don’t be embarrassed, but be joyous and laugh at our family! They are so classic and they are YOU! We are versions of one another and you shouldn’t be embarrassed because we dress different to others, because we have style! And they have nurtured and supported that style in you and made you into you. No one else really is as sensitive to your feelings and needs as Mum, Dad and Isabelle (sister), they are the only ones who will cry with you when a tree is cut down or a fish dies.


Boys are not the gods you think they are. Even though I have always been more inspired by females, primarily because I understand them better,  boys were these heavenly creatures too fine to be graced by my petty small talk. But I’m telling you now, this is not the case!


I know parties are thrilling when you’re single because of the POSSIBILITIES. But remember to let things like awkward conversations and weird looks go, I know it’s hard when no one seems to mean what they say as much as you do though. I don’t really know where I’m going with this but just think Luna Lovegood okay?

So, all in all, I really feel like given the chance, I said to my year 11 self “give yourself some credit, okay?!” I’d say, “your consideration of others is incredible however, sadly, as Dumbledore once said; ‘kindness is a trait people never fail to undervalue’”. So as long as you are kind to others, you must be kind to yourself. So ,that means forever.

Lillian (a few years down the track)

Words and original artwork by Lillian Norris
Artwork entitled ‘An Incomplete Star’


The big luv playlist

Here at Pom HQ we’re all about that self-lurve. So surprise, surprise… We’ve made you a themed Monday Mixtape!

Whether you want to learn to love yourself now or need to accept and love a younger version of yourself, here’s a playlist full of those kinds of feelings.

So cheers to self-love dance parties and lots of thinky-freedom!!

Luv ‘n’ poms,

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A sister soundtrack with Grace from ‘The Amplifier’ 4ZZZ

Telling people you love and respect (friends) what you used to listen to as a pre-teen and as a YA, can result in one of the following: 1. a stealthy but transparent change of subject  (“haha that’s funny, Jen… I could go a srs kebab rn you know HAHA”), or 2. an entirely iconic, but utterly ironic playlist for all said friends to enjoy. Grace from 4zzz Community Radio’s show The Amplifier, presents to you the latter, the playlist, the sister soundtrack. So, enjoy.

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Phase 1: Pre-teen
Dashboard Confessional – Hands Down
Fall Out Boy – This Ain’t a Scene it’s a Goddamn Arms Race
Cute is What We Aim For – Curse of Curves

Most of the music I used to like was (regrettably) based around whichever artist had the easiest guitar parts I could jam the fuck out to on my acoustic guitar. That’s your Dashboard Confessional, your Hey There Delilah’s, basically your garden variety emo sad boi bands. I liked music that was ~emotional~deep~youprollydon’tgetit~ which is probably why I listened to a lot of dudes who, in hindsight, were just bitching about their girlfriends or lack thereof. As a sage 23 year-old I see this as the easiest way to relate to my male friends and male crushes, trying to be “one of the guys” because there’s nothing worse than being a 13 year-old girl, right? It was a concern in my VERY SHELTERED STRAIGHT CIS WHITE UPPER MIDDLE CLASS life. But at this stage I didn’t know what I didn’t know, these revelations dropped towards the Tegan and Sara end of this playlist.  

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Phase 2: Pivotal
Kimya Dawson – I Like Giants
Tegan and Sara – The Con
Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Pin

My best friend’s infinitely cooler cousin from Melbourne gave her a burnt CD with Kimya Dawson, Tegan and Sara and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs on it. Boy were my eyes blasted open, Karen O’s fingers holding my eye lids wide to make me see the world in a new light. You could be angry?? And sing about SEX??? Awesome. Not that it turned me into a particularly audacious or rebellious teen, in fact I’m still waiting to go through that stage. The closest I’ve gotten is a nose ring and tattoo which my parents limply objected to. Even if the women in these bands weren’t exactly who I wanted to be, they were beacons I moved towards for a very long time. Kimya Dawson forever.

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Phase 3: Present
Jaala – Salt Shaker
Angel Olsen – Window
Gabriella Cohen – Beaches
Mal Devisa – Fire

My musical taste has a lot to do with groups I want to be associated with and people or music I want to support for one reason or another. I like songs sometimes because they’re just fucking excellent but most of the time it’s because of the context of what else is happening in the music world, the actual world and my life. These ladies I’ve been playing lately are all singers and guitarists and all clearing their own way. I look at them as what you can do if you keep on trying, really goddamn hard. Because role models are important, y’know?

Words by Grace Pashley
Collage images by Anna

The identity issue

The pompom zine is excited to introduce its first editorial theme as identity!! Central to our actions and our personal place, identity answers the who, what, when, where, why and how of being. It can also challenge it, or completely redirect it. To celebrate the traditional, and ever-present first people of Australia, and the work Sister Act Inc does to support them in Queensland, the identity edition has been created. To understand the diversity of identities, and the personal insights they encourage, many a contributor will share their story in this very special and very first PPZ themed issue!! To learn more, watch the video below, and watch this space…


Love ‘n’ poms,

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Filmed by: Anna and Shelley

Song: ‘Penny Lane’ by The Beatles ( ❤ ), covered by Anna