The Radical Radish

The radical radish Raphanus sativus sprouted in a small vege garden in a working class suburb of an industrial city somewhere on the east coast of Australia. The radical radish, Rad, grow amidst herbs and other vegetables, unremarkable in every aspect except for her fervent desire to express the philosophical yearnings in her heart. Thus this blog was born.

Rad lives with a young family and their pet dog. The lady of the house is completing a PhD thesis on educational philosophy, while the man of the house is a senior high school geography teacher. The children of the house do as a four year girl and two year boy are want to. Thus Rad is conversant in a range of subjects including feminism, philosophy, parenting, politics and play school.

The radical radish is erudite and articulate and while her opinions are not always as radical as her name suggests, they are pretty remarkable given that they have sprouted, so to speak, from the mind of a root vegetable. The radical radish runs this blog like a teenager who has just gotten their license. If you don’t like how they drive or what’s on the radio then its best not to ride in this car. Your first comment will be automatically moderated, and after that you should be free to leave comment at your leisure.  If you experience any problems send an email to rayedish(at)gmail.com

While Rad welcomes comments and constructive criticism, she simply won’t abide trolls and flaming. Rad says its her vege patch and she will remove the weeds. Because the Radical Radish is feminist she is acutely aware that some believe that feminism is responsible for all the evils in the world, including the destruction of the family. To them she says, please don’t try to save my soul, because as a vegetable I don’t have one.