No-one is impressed with Cardinal Pell. Not the average punter. Not most Catholics. Not Tim Minchin. Not the adult survivors of clerical abuse. Not Justice Peter McClellan. Not even the pope. And certainly not God. Being brought up Catholic I... Read More →
Nothing ruffles the feathers of a conventional meat-eating family more than when one of your kids decides to be vegan. And it’s not just the issue of separate meal preparation, or the death by salad. It’s the constant bombardment of vegan propaganda.
Today I started crying in the cat-food aisle at Woolies. Not just a little bit. But those big gulping sobs that make your face screw up all weird and snot come out.
By 4 February I’d achieved some of my bucket list items: (1) Taken family on overseas holiday Tick. (2) Elope on beach in Hawaii Tick. (3) Have a colonoscopy…
So I am about to go on a holiday. Hawaii. For a whole two weeks. I haven't gone away for that long for 18 years. There was a week in a caravan at Evans Head that was so exhausting it left me in hospital with cardiac arythimia.
There is a question that we used to ask ourselves to work out what was most important in life: If you had two minutes to get out of your house, what would you grab? Everyone used to say ‘the photo... Read More →
It was with some relief that I read of Rupert Murdoch and Jerry Hall’s engagement. At least now he’ll leave me alone.
The universe provides. That’s what hippies with moon calendars in their toilet and a copy of The Secret by their bed have always told me. To a small extent I agree, but the universe is not some sort of online... Read More →
From 23 December, residents and visitors to the Byron Shire now have to pay for the privilege of parking in a town that is already overpriced, under-serviced and over-utilised. Poor beloved Byron looks like she needs a good wipe down with a Chux cloth.
Fabulous, stylish, confident, middle-class and middle-aged, Bangalow is gone. Removed not by a cyclone, a bushfire or an act of god, but by an act of the RTA. You see, driving south there is no exit for Bangalow.
Mandy Nolan unleashes her inner doomsayer and finds it all like, so last century
A few weeks ago the World Health Organization delivered some cheery news – apparently bacon (along with ham and sausages) is carcinogenic. Can’t the WHO deliver good news for a change? Must they always be the Grinch that stole Christmas?
What’s with the elevation of the breadboard to the status of a plate? I have a hint for trendy restaurateurs who seek to hipsterfy their service with chunky artisanal-styled food presentation. The true purpose for a breadboard is in the... Read More →
A few years ago I had a vagina. It was fairly common. All women I knew had one. I was pretty happy with it, I think. Like most, mine was standard issue. I
Every single person has a cringe key. It’s the Achilles heel of annoyance. That one peculiar habit or nuance that brings you to your knees. It’s our little operational secret.
At no time in history have we had so many people on the planet. We’ve all had to squeeze in to make a little more room for each other.
Well, it looks like the writing is on the wall for me when it comes to dementia. A British study has revealed the link between having a twisted sense of humour and the onset of one of our most feared... Read More →
I don’t like to think about who makes my clothes. I am sitting here in my $9 one-shoulder dress I bought online. I was so impressed with the price I bought three. That’s right – I got three frocks for $27 and I didn’t even have to leave the house.
We all know the world needs to change. The old models just aren’t working anymore. Human beings are becoming tired of being referred to as consumers. Consumers are tired of being forced to be complicit to the ethics of corporations... Read More →
At what point did we start having ‘baby showers’? I gave birth to four babies. I never had a single baby shower. I feel so ripped off. If I had known at the time there was a way to turn being pregnant into rampant commercial opportunism then I would have been on it.
Welcome to paradox. Where we offer Mindfulness or something Mindaltering. Where we invite you to stay but don’t have anywhere for you to park. Where we wake up for 5am Yoga, eat organic whole food, and then sneak off for... Read More →
About six weeks ago I decided to give up plastic bags. In the scheme of things it’s a pretty small concession to make so your kids have a shot at a future.
When I hit my 40s I imagined I’d be living the life. I’d be lying on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean. I didn’t think for a moment I’d be driving to Casino. Or Lismore. Or sitting in traffic waiting to go into Byron.
I thought that as you got older you became nicer. I think that’s old-person propaganda. I’m fast becoming an arsehole. As I get older I realise that if I were Julie Andrews singing a song to motherless children frightened of... Read More →
There’s nothing worse than being told you’re too fat. Especially when you’re a 19-year-old girl who weighs just 57 kilos. That is what Swedish model Agnes Hedengard’s modelling agency told the waif-like beauty when they told her if she wanted... Read More →