In the wake of Christchurch, it became clear that the motivations were emboldened by the discourse in this country. Every media outlet is guilty of it, even this one.
In 2018, I discovered that I suffer from depression. But, that’s ok. I’ve learned that help is not an abstract concept, nor is it a manifestation of weakness.
Last Christmas, I had to scale a mountain of dietary concerns of my ingrate relatives. This year, I made a holiday playlist to quietly spite them.
Soon after the Nationals banned 22 members for links to neo-Nazi groups, our left-leaning Facebook page was shocked to discover that the most notable member was one of ours.
We might roll our eyes at Clive’s Titanic, but it’s actually a home run for my generation. We love nothing more than death, nostalgia and Leonardo DiCaprio. All aboard.
Over the weekend, a Facebook post went viral, shocked at the obvious racism of Darwin streets. Having lived there, I know the victim, and I know the behaviour.
There’s a reason why instances like blackface only reoccur here. We’re a racist country, operating on what our parents taught us – and I’m no different.
We didn’t get Peter Dutton as PM, but we did get a clone of Malcolm Turnbull in ScoMo. After all the mess, all the hurt and all the sniping, what have we won?
The volcanic laughter and outrageous applause I heard from an all-white all-woke audience illustrated how much we missed the point of Black KkKlansman.
In Martin Scorsese’s classic, Travis Bickle is a man shunned by the opposite sex, pushed to extreme violence. In the age of the incel, the parallels are obvious.
Trump’s nonsense since Helsinki has revealed an obvious truth. Vince McMahon is running the administration, and I know what’s coming next. Bah Gawd!
Last night, Craig Foster called those who trolled Lucy Zelić for her ‘over pronunciation’. What it represents, is the latest racial episode that has used football as a vehicle.
While Optus’ World Cup coverage has been poor, it is their peerless level of incompetence that has given us all something greater: Peace through War.
Donald Glover’s visceral This is America has everyone talking, but as we elevate him, we should not ignore the other voices we deem less worthy. It is time to listen.
In Dutton’s mind, he’s not a monster, he’s just ahead of the curve. In fact, unpacking the man, he’s our very own Joker.
I’ve recently become a vegetarian. It doesn’t matter why, but I should explain to my long-term dishes that I won’t be coming back. God, this is hard. It’s not you, it’s me.
Over in America, something is happening not seen since the days of Babe Ruth. A pitcher who can hit home runs. Believe the hype.
This morning, as I sat through Mark Zuckerberg’s “grilling” by the US Senate, I learned something terrifying. No-one knows anything.
Over Grand Prix weekend, Kaspersky Lab announced their partnership with Crime Stoppers to offer Australians an education on the realities of modern cybercrime. It was certainly that.
Wollongong, the town of my birth, is a fairly laid back place. Except in the case of a recent council-sanctioned art installation. All bets are currently off.
With Donald Trump suggesting that teachers should be armed to stop school shootings, it’s time we stop expecting gun control in America.
Because Graeme Langlands passed without answering the accusations hanging over his head, I fear the ruling has now slipped to the court of public opinion.