While the exposure of Barnaby’s affair was a positive, it reminded me of what most of us face regularly.
David Brooks’ New York Times piece that railed against abortion is crippled by one obvious fact. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
While the discussion has solely swirled around whether we should still celebrate this nation on this day, the truth is that we have larger wrongs to right.
Late last year, Australia stepped towards equality with the marriage vote. However, in the new year, a gender is still woefully misrepresented.
The African gang issue has renewed an age-old problem. As the white left rushes to help, their thousandfold empathetic analysis forces the conversation away from the topic.
You could say that I’m a product of my environment, however, my fear of the other has followed me throughout my entire life. It’s taught me one particular lesson.
If you think the slave trade is a relic of a bygone era, think again. Libya is the latest hotbed of an industry that sadly lives on in the modern age.
While the vote may be complete, the fight is certainly not over, and those who fought for equal rights must continue to do so, and be praised for that fact. My headmaster is one of those people.
The current rhetoric of long-buried sexual abuses toward women being outed is important, but our focus remains on the wrong party.
This evening, while we may shake at the poverty revealed in Struggle Street, the reality in this country is that in even in destitution, we’re fortunate.
The hideous culture that women face is many things, but it should not minimise out own value. In fact, here’s four very good counterpoints you should not forget.
After reading a piece on our national identity, I was struck by the galling fact that I, an Australian woman, had no place in it.
The general response to Sam Dastyari being abused is one of shock and disbelief. What it actually represents, is a chance for us to do something we seldom do. Speak up.
After my marriage fell apart, I fell into the company of those on Oxford Street. In no small way, that community saved me. I was no longer weird, I was somebody.
The question might be new in the Australian experience, but the fearmongering tactics are archaic. The No campaign tying themselves to religion illustrates this point.
As we get ever closer to the deadline, there’s the assumption that the issue will be put to rest. However, this discussion has long predated the question being asked, and thusly will remain.
I’ve voted, had my say, and made my voice heard. However we who vote Yes should not forget that we could easily be ignored, and all the pain and hurt would be for nothing. I hope I’m wrong.
With the marriage equality debate heating up on both sides, comedian Hannah Gadsby highlighted a pertinent issue: It’s no longer a debate.
In the wake of the High Court’s decision, I thought I’d bust myth the anti-marriage equality crowd cling to. The idea of tradition is not automatically a positive, even if it’s been legitimised by repetition.
As far as I see it, the counter argument to marriage equality seems to be powered by the insistence that equality won’t be given, because you didn’t ask nicely.
As the postal plebiscite is being shuttled to letterboxes around the country to define who I can marry, I thought I’d take this opportunity to not let a label define me. I’m a person, just like you. So here I am.