“Man up, Sydney!” So a billboard advertisement for Triple M’s The Grill Team admonishes, glaring down from atop the Pacific Highway, Roseville at us pathetic, feminine Sydney motorists. I must confess I’ve never quite understood the phrase ‘man up’. Particularly after watching my pregnant boss carry around an energy-sapping bowling ball in her stomach for the last nine months and deal with the unique hell that is working in retail over Christmas, I can’t perceive how there is anything quite so tough as a woman. And that’s to say nothing of how the bowling ball is expelled into the world. Confusion [...]