Despite all the rhetoric, and all the news pieces swirling around after Christchurch, I had not conversed with a member of the Muslim community. I assumed I was doing enough, but a man in hospital slippers exposed my fallacy.
I might be a new resident of this land, but the alien contours of the National Park are exactly the Australia that we migrants treasure, and remember.
Yesterday, Bunnings decided to slightly change the sausage sandwich. The internet lost it. I think it’s time we talk about that place Australia, and why we’d defend it to the death.
Yesterday, Scott Morrison announced that veterans who fly Virgin Australia will be thanked for their service. We need lasting psychological care, not an empty salute.
In this month alone, eight women have met their end. In the majority of cases, they knew the aggressor. There has been very little national discussion about it. Why?
I was asked to address my hardship in order to qualify for a grant. While I missed out, I did learn about my own privilege.
Last night, the nation witnessed the Honey Badger ultimately choosing no-one. It hurt, because it illustrated that even fictionalised television romance is too real.
There’s a very good reason why we endure Silicon Valley’s more questionable features. It’s because we can handle it…or they don’t respect us.
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.
A refusal to stand for the anthem has braced Australia. In the interest of fairness, let’s take a look at the history of the national anthem, warts and all.
It certainly seems that the official line in Australia is a fear of the other. Despite a new government in power, the message remains the same.
Make no mistake, the violent deaths of Australian women is an epidemic. For every Eurydice Dixon, there are scores more. The government, the media, and our institutions are failing them.
Well, the world has not yet blown up. I’m disappointed too. Overnight, Trump took back what he said, Australia added inches to its assumption and Cher and Meryl kissed. Cool.
The story of Eureka has been told to death. There is another, and it is far more interesting, replete with cross-dressing, actors and liberation. Don’t say we didn’t warn you.
Paired with the Eurydice Dixon memorial being vandalised was the familiar good guy denial. Again we’ve missed the point. We need to educate our own.
Well, what a week that was. There was diplomatic change in Malaysia, the revisitation of gun violence, and one continent ceased to exist.
In the late 1970s, Australia was dithering on whether to allow those escaping Vietnam and Cambodia to resettle here. However, while this was happening, one woman in a bikini managed to jump the queue.
In the face of our declining academic performance, the Gonski review has suggested we move to a system that focuses on the individual student. But will it work?
This morning, I opened an email from Cricket Australia apologising for Steve Smith. As it was our volume that enabled the apology, I suggest it’s time we examine ourselves.
In the week that was, while America was busy revealing her worst, Australia honoured her absolute best. Chin-chin.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. In the week just gone, Donald crashed through the floor, an actor faced sexual harassment allegations and memes swept in to save us from ourselves.
As for those people who are set to take the same journey as I did in 1977, I certainly do not envy them.