Worldcup Fever

Rose:  Sheilers, I wanna say something, it's been on my mind for ages now, more than I can remember, at least 2 or 3 days like.

Sheila:  What is it babes?

Rose:  Well first of all, you know how I hate it when you call me 'babes' - it makes me feel......objectified?....yes, objectified.  That's the one.

Sheila:  It's a case of objectification is it?

Rose:  Yes it is 'petal toes'.  I am your friend, a human woman being.  Why would you talk to me like I'm an object?  It's not so cool.  Not in 2014 anyway - or any age for that matter, but especially not now when we all have Wikipedia and we can easily find out that objectification is BAD, it says it on the objectification page, go on, look it up.

Sheila:  Listen Rose, we are all objects.  I don't know where you're getting such grand ideas about yourself. From your yoga class teacher is it?

Rose:  We are all objects?  Where the hell did you get that idea from?

Sheila:  A philosopher said it.  Can't remember his name. 

Rose:  He sounds like an idiot.

Sheila:  He might have been, but who I am to judge?  Anyway Rose, my best-est human woman friend, what was it you wanted to say to me?

Rose:  Oh ya, aah, nothin much, just that it felt like we hadn't spoken in ages. 

Sheila:  Ya, I guess we hadn't.  Is the world cup starting soon?

Rose:  This Friday I think.  It's on in Brazil. 

Sheila:  Mad to go there for a holiday.

Rose:  Ya me too, would be class.

Sheila:  Wanna go?

Rose:  Cool, ok.