Sitting in a restaurant, quaffing whine, Ms Marvelly goes to into bat for the less fortunate
Out at dinner with family friends last week, I found myself drawn into a heated discussion.
“Child poverty in New Zealand doesn’t exist,” my friend said, as I choked on my wine. “Really?” I asked warily. I should’ve known better. I was duly treated to a full shopping list of popular myths about poverty here.
The irony of discussing deprivation and hardship over a meal at an upmarket Ponsonby restaurant wasn’t lost on me. It’s a jarring experience having a conversation about how much money struggling parents allegedly spend on alcohol as the waiter tops up everyone’s champagne flutes.
At least we can celebrate she has that much self awareness. Read more »