Yes, 2016 was a bad year, but this one is somehow worse. I, like many, am feeling the burn of compassion fatigue, but it behoves us to keep caring.
Barnaby Joyce’s recent performance on Insiders proved one thing. The government continues to state that renewables are an option, while their actions say otherwise. If they pray at the altar of coal, sing it loud.
The ‘unboxing’ craze is sweeping Youtube, where kids watch other kids open new toys. Call it genius marketing, call it morally questionable – I call it an hour off.
After a man sued his date for texting through a favourite movie of his, we’re claiming that it should be a law we all abide by. Having someone ignore something you treasure is a crime most foul indeed.
Despite Mal putting everything into his budget, and the uber right weeks that preceded it, he’s still trailing Labor. Guess what happens now.
A recent ANU study revealed that over 86% of those polled were concerned that they’d never be able to buy a house in the current climate. Frankly, I’m not one of them.
This week, we’ve seen the poltergeist of Tony Abbott rearranging the furniture of the coalition leadership, but I fear the jump scare no longer gets a reaction.
The land of the free and the home of the spurious lawsuit has a new hero, a man who looked to singlehandedly right injustice…in regards to imitation butter.
The fear, now backed by science, is that robots will take our jobs. And they will. Blame not the cyborgs, however, but those who laughed at the possibilities of it happening.
Scott Morrison’s appearance on Insiders yesterday drove home a truth. The Coalition is out of ideas, and as a Liberal voter, I feel poorly.
Yesterday, the coverage of Cyclone Debbie was stopped cold by the arrest of Ben Cousins. In that short moment, we got a larger glimpse at what makes us tick, and it’s time for us to grow up.
As a proud and angry leftist, I’ve discovered something: our vociferous criticism of the Coalition has swayed them in absolutely nothing.
As Gen Y has repeatedly been told, get a good job, and you’ll be able to buy a house. Sure. The reality is something entirely different.
Donald Trump, Brexit, the rise of Pauline Hanson. That’s fine. However, if we continue this path of who’s complaint is loudest, I fear for the next election cycle.
With a recent study claiming that no-one is immune to exercise, we’ve taken it upon ourselves to create a new list of excuses to escape those pesky fitness obligations.
There’s something odd happening to me. In my 31st year, I’ve found that the tired, short-tempered geriatric me is now the norm. And the missing, “fun” me gives me the heebie-geebies.
Barack Obama was a great father figure, an inspiration and a great voice. But was he as great as we expected him to be? I say no.
As the hipster becomes nothing more than a marketing ploy, there is but one word that can tap into that market: “Brooklyn”.
Two friends, two separate responses from the public. Kanye West is fighting the same demons as Kid Cudi, so why do we not care as much?
Shannon Noll has recently experienced a surge in relevance, supported by memes and millennial smugness, but does Frankenshan get the joke?
Kanye West has reiterated his desire to run for Presidency in 2020. So what would his actual portfolio look like? To find out we sampled his lyrics.
As it turns out, diamonds may actually be a nerd’s best friend, as they represent the future of storage for all our stuff.