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Expert says texting and Facebook no worse than TV

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Many parents today may believe their children have a lot more distractions than what they did as a kid with the invention of Facebook and texting, but is this really the case?

US child psychologist Professor Douglas Gentile says Facebook and texting aren’t any better or worse than what today’s parents did as teens: watch TV. But he says they do pose greater social risks, such as cyberbullying, the Associated Press reported.

The Iowa State University researcher, who studies the effects of media on children, says texting, Facebook and video games are not inherently bad, nor are they any better than watching TV.

He said parents are struggling to adjust to a new world where kids would rather look at a mobile phone screen than have a conversation or join in on family activities.

“[For] the older generation, it’s not their culture. There is a resistance to it,” Professor Gentile said.

He said the experience of watching TV as a family is still a “shared experience” with the family. But when I child is texting a friend from school it is it’s a “private experience,” he said. “It’s like they’re whispering secrets. And we find it rude.”

Professor Gentile said that if a child is brought up around protective factors, which include good teachers, a family that values education, culturally rich experiences or a love for reading, the screen time doesn’t really matter.

“If you had all these protective factors, then that one little risk factor of [screen time], who cares?” he said.

One thing parents should worry about though is that these devices are encouraging multitasking, Professor Gentile said.

“Multi-tasking is not really good for anyone,” he said. “Your reflexes speed up, you’re quicker to look over your shoulder and notice little noises or lights. This is not what they need when they get to the classroom and you’re supposed to ignore the kid next to you.

“Scanning to see when the next message comes, this may not be good for kids. The more distractions you have, the worse your performance is. Getting kids to turn off their phones, iPods, and computers in order to concentrate on homework and reading, I think that’s a fight worth having.”

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Gotta go? Get more D

According to a study published in Obstetrics & Gynecology, vitamin D doesn’t just protect bones. Higher levels of vitamin D are also linked to a lower risk of pelvic floor disorders, including urinary incontinence and pelvic organ prolapse.

The study, which looked at more than 1800 women, found that average vitamin D levels were much lower in women who experienced a pelvic floor disorder. Given that the likelihood of developing these distressing conditions increases with age, it is also interesting to see that vitamin D’s protective effect seemed most pronounced in post-menopausal women, with the risk of urinary incontinence being 45 percent lower in those who had optimal vitamin D levels.

The researchers suggest that vitamin D’s role in developing and maintaining muscle could explain the finding.

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*Coco Chanel: The Legend and the Life*

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COCO CHANEL: THE LEGEND AND THE LIFEBy Justine Picardie, Harper Collins, $45.

The fashion legend has been the subject of countless books and films, but Chanel’s creations and her effortless, revolutionary sense of style have seduced her biographers, leaving the real Gabrielle, the feisty battler born in a poor house, an elusive albeit exquisitely clad cipher.

Justine Picardie spent a decade investigating Chanel and, while she salutes the guile and charm of her subject, starting with a detailed, spine-tingling journey through her chambers in Paris, she does a thorough job unearthing the truth behind Chanel’s often fantastical tales.

In her latter years, Chanel said she didn’t know “anything more terrifying than the family” and it’s no wonder. She was born in 1883, the illegitimate daughter of peddlers selling buttons and bonnets from town to town. Her father was mostly absent and her mother died, possibly of TB, but more likely from pneumonia and poor conditions, with Gabrielle pale and terrified by her sickbed. After this, she was raised by nuns in an orphanage, leaving at 18 for a life filled with thrillingly tempestuous, unconventional relationships and leaps into the world of couture.

What we see in this engrossing biography is that the secret to Chanel’s fashion is also the key to her life – she was a radical who ripped up the corset, created high fashion from pyjamas, men’s pants and brogues, and in her private life refused to let her lovers own or define her, defying the conventions of marriage or monogamy. Ironically, the result was to enhance her own feminine sensuality in her behaviour and her clothes.

Indeed, so much about Chanel is contrary. She was a recluse whose vast array of friends included Jean Cocteau, Stravinsky, Winston Churchill and Diaghilev. She was intrinsically French, yet her two most important lovers were Englishmen – Arthur “Boy” Capel and the second Duke of Westminster, Hugh Grosvenor. And while she loved and at times bewitched men, she also dabbled in relationships with women.

Chanel seems so much part of a bygone era it’s hard to believe she died as recently as 1971, when spandex and sequins were taking over the catwalks. Yet she was also ahead of her time. This extraordinary book is peppered with not just photographs of Chanel, but cartoons and sketches which underline her effect on the world. Will we see her like again? Probably not.

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Goodbye, Hermione

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As Emma Watson prepares to bid farewell to Hermione Granger, Suellen Dainty talks to an enchanting and eloquent actress who, despite her huge success, insists she is “just a 20-year-old girl”.

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So this is it. Emma Watson is without a script, a filming schedule or a studio set for the first time in more than a decade.

The saga of Harry Potter, the most successful series of films ever produced, has consumed more than half her life. It has made her very rich, universally famous and afforded her dizzying opportunities. Yet now, with the release of the first part of Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows, her cinematic existence as the quick-witted, brainy Hermione Granger is coming to an end.

There are several reactions your average 20-year-old might have to this. Some might embark on a journey of enthusiastic hedonism. Some might simply do nothing. Others may sink into a permanent gloom at losing their screen identity.

Emma Watson, however, is not your average 20-year-old. At 18, Vanity Fair ranked her the highest paid actress in Hollywood, having banked $33 million in 2009, and she’s set to bank that same amount again for Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Parts 1 and 2. She is too clever and too sensible to fall in a heap. She perches on the sofa in a London hotel suite, a tiny figure dressed in jeans and a white jumper. Her skin is as perfect as her manners. She jumps up to shake hands. Would we like water? Or coffee? What a well brought up young woman.

“How do I feel about it ending? I haven’t decided yet,” she says, with a laugh. “Freedom? Or panic? It’s both. Of course, it’s exciting and liberating in a way. But it’s also, ‘Oh my God, it’s going to be over and it’s been such a huge part of my life.’ So I’ll miss it a lot.”

“I’ve come to realise that playing Hermione may be the biggest thing I ever do and that is scary. I can’t imagine I’ll do anything that will be more widely acknowledged, praised or loved.”

Read more of this story in the November issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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From rock chick to master chef

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Anna Gare is having her star turn on Junior MasterChef, but she long ago found the recipe for success as a rock star, mother, and wife to a basketball legend, writes Michael Sheather.

SOMETIMES, IT’S HARD to see the basil for the lemongrass. For Anna Gare, the guest judge introduced to millions of Australians on Junior MasterChef, that basil moment came when, as a caterer in Perth, she inexplicably declined an offer to become a TV cook, an opportunity she’d salivated over for years.

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If not for the chutzpah of her brother-in-law, British writer and comedian Ben Elton, Anna might still be pushing pastry in relative obscurity. Anna, a former ’80s rock chick famous as one of the Perth-based indie queens The Jam Tarts, tickled the right tastebuds a few years ago when she catered a local wedding in Perth. The bride was a TV producer looking for a cook who could handle a “live” five-minute spot on a new afternoon show.

“The bride said how much she loved the food and wanted to know if I’d be interested in being on TV,” recalls Anna, 41. “But it was live; no room for mistakes. I freaked out. In the end I said, sorry I don’t think I can.”

A few days later, Anna got home to an agitated rant on her machine from her famous brother-in-law. “Ben often calls with long messages, usually complimentary, but that day he went off,” she laughs. “He said: ‘You’re mad! I can’t believe you turned it down. Do you know how many people would die for that job? You’ve been performing for the past 10 years. That’s what you’re good at – so do it!’”

Anna listened to that message over and over. “I knew he was right,” she says. “It was a great opportunity and I was crazy. I called them back, and gingerly asked if the job was still going. It was. I auditioned. I got it. I loved it. I still do.”

It seems the camera loves Anna, too. She was a stand out on Junior MasterChef, alongside the more familiar George Calombaris, Gary Mehigan and Matt Preston, as much for her personality and warmth as her expert opinion.

Yet she’s hardly a TV newbie. Anna has carved herself a much-lauded career as host on two highly successful cooking shows for Foxtel’s Lifestyle Channel, The Best In Australia with chefs Darren Simpson and Ben O’Donoghue, and the more saucily titled Quickies In My Kitchen, now in its third series.

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Junior MasterChef exposed Anna to millions of viewers and may well lay the foundation for a glittering new phase of her life. The irony is that before she was a TV cook – “please, don’t call me a celebrity chef” – , before she was a rock chick, Anna was a junior master chef in her own right.

Read more of this story in the November issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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Memoirs of an Aussie Showgirl

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Shay Stafford went from tapping down the aisle at Woolies to twirling in a banana costume in BrisVegas. Yet when she became a showgirl at Paris’ famed Moulin Rouge, she found love. David Leser tells her story.

“I will need see your breasts,” the ballet mistress declared matter-of-factly.

“Now?” the young woman replied. “Here?”

“Yes,” the mistress said, nodding to the lithesome shape and lighting a Marlboro Red.

The young woman turned her back and, in slow motion, began to slide out of the straps of her leotard. With a deep breath, she turned around, hands on hips, and offered her inquisitor a radiant showgirl smile.

The older woman took a long drag on her cigarette, sized up the young woman’s attributes for what seemed an eternity, then declared in her thick Yorkshire accent, “Smashing”.

Not your run-of-the-mill interview, true, but then the Moulin Rouge, the famed Parisian cabaret, is not your run- of-the-mill employer.

Just ask Shay Stafford, the young woman from the Brisbane suburb of Tarragindi, who was the one unveiling herself that day, 13 years ago, for the cabaret’s maitresse de ballet, Janet Pharaoh.

Within 48 hours of arriving in the City of Light, Shay had cartwheeled across the rehearsal room floor to land a job as one of the cabaret’s Doriss Girl dancers, named after Moulin Rouge’s founding ballet mistress, Doris Haug. Now the only question was: did she have the goods to be one of the “nudes”?

This might all seem rather academic, prurient even, except for the fact that a cabaret dancer needs to be not just exceptional at dancing and to have extraordinary powers of endurance and resilience, she also needs to possess glorious form and shape. And Shay Stafford, at 175cm tall, with a waist measuring 64cm and perfect 90cm hips, has glorious form and shape.

She was born to dance, although never in her wildest dreams did she think it would be as a showgirl for the two most famous cabarets in the world, Moulin Rouge and Le Lido.

Memoirs Of A Showgirl, published by Hachette Australia, $35, will be released on November 1.

Postscript: Bryce Corbett and Shay Stafford are friends of this writer, and Bryce is Associate Editor of The Weekly and author of the best-selling memoir A Town Like Paris.

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Michael Clarke on love, life and Lara

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In Michael Clarke’s “moving forward” matrix, there’s no room for regrets. He tells Bryce Corbett how he wants family and fatherhood to shape his future.

Before each match of cricket he plays, Michael Clarke performs a ritual. He enters the dressing room, unzips his cricket bag, which he has fastidiously packed in the neatest way possible the night before, and methodically unpacks all his gear, carefully placing each item – every glove, every bat, every water bottle and accessory – in a pre-assigned place.

No matter where he’s playing, no matter how foreign the dressing room, the ritual is always the same.

Predictably enough, his teammates make fun of him, but for the current vice-captain of the Australian cricket team, it’s just a further extension of the discipline and order that has given shape to his entire life. For there is nothing Michael John Clarke, 29, formerly of Liverpool, NSW and lately of Bondi Beach, likes better than order. Order, discipline and control.

“You should see my cricket bag compared to every one else on the Australian cricket team,” he tells The Weekly, excitedly. “They all think I’m anal, it’s that neat and tidy. Everything is packed perfectly. I’ve been told I’m a bit obsessive-compulsive, but I don’t think I am. I’m just very organised in everything I do. That’s just my life now. I live according to a six-month matrix that goes day-to-day and tells me what I have on. And I love that. I love being organised.“

On paper, the pairing of Michael Clarke and Lara Bingle made perfect sense. Take Australian cricket’s current pin-up boy and match him with a swimwear model renowned for her sunny beach-girl persona and – hey presto! – instant celebrity It couple.

Engaged at 27 and 20 respectively, Michael and Lara swanned happily about town for a while, attending black-tie cricket events, signing endorsement deals and generally offering themselves up as photogenic fodder for the social pages. Perhaps incongruously for a couple who would later ask a curious media to respect their privacy when it all came asunder, they threw a lavish, all-star engagement party at Sydney’s Luna Park.

They were two kids upon whom life had smiled, one for his facility with the cricket bat, the other for her natural good looks – and they were in love.

“So tell me … Lara. What happened?” Even down the line from Bangalore, you can almost hear the heavy sigh. “Oh look, that’s in my past,” he says. “It’s over eight months ago that Lara and I split up. I’d prefer to continue to look to the future.”

“But it was such a high profile relationship and it’s never really been explained,” I persist.

Again the sigh. “Look,” he begins. “I guess anytime a relationship doesn’t go the way it’s supposed to go and you split up, then there’s hard times. It was certainly a tough time, I’m sure, for both of us. I’ll never understand why there is so much interest in my personal life. For me, it was eight months ago, I’m looking forward.”

Case closed, life experience compiled, compartmentalised and duly filed away. Moving on.

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Danielle Spencer: So much more than Mrs Crowe

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She’s better known as the wife of Russell Crowe, but Danielle Spencer is a creative talent in her own right. She talks to Bryce Corbett about her music, family life and her struggle in the spotlight.

Danielle Spencer has been let in on a big secret. It’s the best known but least talked about aspect of motherhood: identity interruptus. You can read a hundred parenting books, talk to a thousand mums and still come away none the wiser to the fact that, for a woman, having children means losing track of yourself, confusing for a time a large part of who you are and why you exist.

Sure, plenty of mothers will tell you the whole child-rearing caper is hard work and most will feel compelled to couch it with the qualifier that “it’s all worth it in the end”, but how many of them will admit how their sense of self is rocked? That, in the maelstrom of first-time parenthood, it’s all too easy for a mum’s sense of identity to slip away?

“I found the whole wedding followed by the baby, all in quick succession, and the accompanying attention kind of disconcerting,” she says. “I just didn’t want any attention on me. I wanted to hide away and be a mother for a couple of years. It was overwhelming. I wanted to just fly well and truly under the radar for a while. When Charlie was first born, we had a couple of security issues and I was more or less hotel-bound in Toronto. There was a price on getting a photo of Charlie, which made it very intimidating to even go out for a walk.

“Each time I ventured out, we’d be attacked by a swarm of photographers, which, as a new mother, made my hackles rise and just made life completely claustrophobic. I didn’t like that phase of our lives at all – I couldn’t get out and be normal. And I like to be out and be normal. I like to sit in a cafe and observe people. I don’t want to be observed.”

The downside of the Faustian pact the Crowes have entered into with fame – namely the constant attention, the media prying and the stalking by paparazzi – weighs heavily upon both Danielle and Russell. And while it might be okay if the picture presented to the world was even occasionally representative, Danielle can’t help but feel that, in the process of being reduced to bite-sized, easily digestible media chunks, both she and her hubby are wrongly typecast. “I’m one of those people who walks up the red carpet looking a little bit stiff,” she says. “I’ve got that half-smile on because I can’t do the Julia Roberts dazzling smile. I mean, I can smile, but not for 45 minutes straight.

“So I’m probably perceived as being a lot more serious than I really am.” And what about Russell? “I think he’s reduced in the media to being a caricature of himself. He’s just this angry man,” Danielle says.

“He’s quite a volatile person, sure, but he also has a very warm and soft and funny side to him, too. He’s multi-faceted, as most people are, but the media doesn’t allow for shades of grey.”

Not, at the end of the day, that media or public perception matters all that much to either of them. Their primary focus is their two boys and ensuring that, in the midst of what is a most atypical childhood environment, they remain as grounded as possible.

Read more of this story in the November issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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Portia on anorexia, coming out and Ellen

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Portia DeGeneres has come a long way from troubled young actress to successful, openly gay and happily married star, with an autobiography due out soon.

My knees went weak and I felt like I was shot through the heart with an arrow,” says Portia DeGeneres, recalling the most important moment of her life, the one that changed everything. It sounds like a line from a Mills & Boon romance, but their eyes literally did meet across a crowded room – actually, at a photo shoot in Hollywood. Though both were in relationships at the time, that was it, they had to be together. This is the moment when Portia met her wife-to-be Ellen DeGeneres and sparks were definitely flying.

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“I never thought I would experience that kind of feeling, being a lesbian,” says Portia. “That overwhelming experience of seeing someone across a room and falling in love with them.” Ellen retells it in much the same light. “We were just supposed to be together,” she told a US magazine not long after. They’d actually met three years earlier, backstage at a rock concert, when Portia had plucked up the courage to buy Ellen a drink. “I thought she was the most amazing person I’d ever met,” Portia recalls.

She weighed 76kg then, the heaviest she’d ever been, and she’s still amazed to this day that Ellen didn’t notice. “Ellen says she can’t remember me being heavy. But then she doesn’t see it at all. She just saw who I really was – she liked my brain.”

Ellen invited her back to her house that night to party on with a group of friends, but Portia was still hiding her sexuality from the public and didn’t have the courage to follow through. “I was too nervous,” says Portia. “I don’t regret it, though, because clearly it wasn’t the right time for us to be together.

“We both really, really liked each other and there was definitely a lot of chemistry there, but it was a ridiculous thought for me to be closeted and terrified of being discovered, and then date the most famous lesbian in the world. It wasn’t going to happen. I had such a long way to go before I could even be seen in public with a woman, much less be seen in public with that one,” she adds, laughing.

Yet, by December 2004, things were very different. Both Portia and Ellen freed themselves from their relationships and a passionate courtship ensued. Next came a proposal from Ellen, complete with a three-carat pink diamond engagement ring. “Ellen knew that it was important to me to have an engagement ring and I love diamonds,” coos Portia.

Read more of this story in the November issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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Women of influence: Carla Zampatti

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We asked our readers to nominate Australian women they considered to be extremely influential and the response has been overwhelming. We profile two of the six inspiring achievers and reveals their lessons for success.

Carla Zampatti, 68, Fashion Designer

Carla Zampatti is a pioneer of Australian fashion. She produced her first collection in 1965, at a time when it was highly unusual for women to start their own businesses, and within 10 years had built a chain of boutiques. She has held directorships and been decorated in honours lists, but for women, Carla will remain the designer of choice when they are looking for something special. “She makes any woman look good and feel great in simple, classic clothes,” says The Weekly’s Market Editor, Olivia Fleming.

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  1. A good education.

  2. Love what you do.

  3. Hard work.

  4. A balanced personal life.

  5. Look after yourself.

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