SHE SITS outside the festive festoonery of glittering icicles and come hither consumerism; blocking the doorway. Smith and Caughey's has pirate-themed puppetry counting down to Christmas as I hunt for a brand of chocolates that will cost something ridiculous.
She's thin, her long legs make her look fragile; a pale life-sized marionette abandoned in a corner by a careless puppeteer. Why doesn't she have somewhere better to go?
Down Queen St a bit further someone has pasted small posters with an elf-like John Key holding a cartoon placard that reads: "Poverty doesn't Exist!"
Obviously someone thinks it does, and that the conversation around it is getting shut down. As a kid, I don't remember homeless people lining Queen St at night. I don't remember sober young women and tired kids lining up outside the City Mission either.
This month's OECD report on Inequality and Growth says that in New Zealand, along with other OECD countries, the gap between rich and poor is at its highest in three decades. If this were an end-of-year report card it would read: "Could do better. Stop mucking around at the back of the class with Mexico."