18.8 C
Byron Shire
June 9, 2026
Home Articles & Columns Mandy Nolan's Soapbox

Mandy Nolan's Soapbox

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Saying Goodbye to a Very Handsome Man

Last week an old friend of mine died. His name was Gary Cook. We met here in Byron Bay, when I was 23. He would have been in his early 30s. He was handsome. And funny. And weird. And self-involved. He used to come to Ringos, where I worked as a waitress. He’d sing to himself, bludge cigarettes, and shine up the serviette holder. He loved looking at himself. He’d laugh and say, ‘God, I’m a handsome man,’ and then he’d laugh this really infectious laugh

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Old Men Dancing

A few months ago I shared a 30-second video on my socials of Old Men Dancing. They’re a small ensemble of, you guessed it ‘old men’ who meet on Mondays at the Drill Hall under the choreography and inspiration of dance teacher Kimberley McIntyre. I had invited them to open my Byron Live show with their interpretation of ‘Under Pressure’. It felt right. In a failing patriarchy, men are under pressure. So why not share the gift of interpretative dance?

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Valuing Queer Family

Everyone needs their ‘people’. They are the people who get you. They might share your values, or have shared experiences. They don’t judge you. These are the people you can ‘unmask’ for. When you sit with your community, you have a sense of belonging. That belonging is what you use to navigate the other parts of your life where you often don’t belong. Belonging is your compass. And we all need a compass.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: From Sapphire to Trailblazer – The Story of Aunty Dr Naomi Mayers OAM

There is a story that we need to know. A great spirit who moves on the breeze. Who rests on Bundjalung country. Not that this fiercely visionary woman rested much! This woman of goanna and turtle dreaming who belongs not to one place, but to all places. All nations. Who dedicated her life to her community with compassion informed by powerful political advocacy.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Why Only Nature Can Save Us

Sometimes it’s hard to know what’s real. It’s hard to know who to trust. Weirdos in the thing they call the manosphere who groom men into poisonous misogyny. Billionaires who have no problem getting richer while single mums bring up their kids in the back seat of a car. Political leaders who bomb houses where babies live. News sources that are biased. Algorithms that track you like some creepy digital stalker. Women murdered by their partner or ex-partner. Children hurt by the people who were supposed to love them. One man living in a $35 million beachfront mansion, another living on the beach in a swag.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Echo and the Funny Woman

Not everyone gets the opportunity to have a voice. Especially a woman like me. I can have extreme views. Or at least views that aren’t shared or supported by mainstream media. I can upset people. A lot. I am emotional. I am unpredictable. I don’t write in a regular way. Sometimes I’m journalistic and factual. Other times I’m personal and reflective. I can be ironic or gross. Or offensive. I can be sincere one week and stupid the next. Sometimes it’s a moral rant, other times it’s a political one. Sometimes it’s both. I sometimes get it wrong. Not much. But sometimes. I’m a feminist. I’m irreverent. I swear. I’m overly self reflective. I’m woke. And sometimes I’m not.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Not All Men

A CNN investigation revealed an illicit website instructing men how to rape their wives received 62 million visits. On the site men shared tips, images and videos related to the abuse of women including how to drug and incapacitate them. This included Telegram channels with British men engaged in the same. This was visitation in one month. February. The shortest month.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: How to Live Car Free

I am in Melbourne, and as I write this, public transport is free for April. That’s statewide. It’s a small but powerful way to make an impact on the cost-of-living pressures on a community now also facing high fuel prices. The same happened in the Byron Shire over Easter – with free buses running to take the pressure off the roads.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Fast Fascism and the Radical Kindness Solution

Be kind. Two simple words. Profound in their simplicity. I have been thinking about kindness a lot lately. The sharp edges of a world where fast fashion and fast fascism are imploding is not a space where kindness abounds. Kindness is on its knees begging at your feet, but I don’t see her. I’m too angry to care. There is yelling. Finger-pointing. Blame. Anger. Violence. Coercion. Alienation. Othering.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: The Fuel on the Hill: Grandpa Wars, Gas, Groceries and You

‘Be cheaper to fill up with cocaine’. That’s what a bloke says to me while I pump petrol. I laugh. It’s funny because it’s true. It’s also my joke being repeated back to me which makes it funnier. Or maybe it’s not my joke. Maybe it’s something people say, and I just said it, so I think I made it up.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Rhoda

Today I write to honour Rhoda Roberts. Widjabul Wieybal woman of the Bundjalung nation, cultural powerhouse, storyteller, knowledge holder, activist, arts executive, performer, advocate, and SBS Elder in Residence.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Bluesfest Has Died

And the grief is big. Anger. Sadness. Blame. Finger-pointing. Before you start pointing the finger at Bluesfest maybe it’s time to point the finger at...

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: The Right to Be Forgotten

It seems ironic, that in a life where so many of us have strived to be remembered, the real challenge, the greater subversion, is in fact the opposite: the right to be forgotten. And here in Australia, we don’t have the statutory right to erasure like they do in the EU, which means it’s pretty standard for private information about you to be easily found by third parties through search engines.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: We Are All We Have

Are these end days? It certainly seems like it.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Wondering about Wuthering?

I loved Wuthering Heights. The book, and Fennell & Robbie’s film. I don’t write film reviews, in fact, never, but after observing some of the negativity slamming this contemporary reimagining of the Emily Bronte classic, I wanted to share my view, as someone who watched it with the fresh eyes of my 16-year-old daughter.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Rise

It is one thing not to be believed. It is quite another to be believed but not get justice. That is another form of abuse. A brutal public shaming, where your pain is used as clickbait for media platforms. Headlines about torture. About trafficking. About stolen girlhood. About women who were treated as sexual commodities, and traded like cattle for the slaughter.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Why Pauline?

A few weeks ago a trans woman told me she was a big Pauline Hanson supporter. WTF. How can a trans woman feel she is anyway represented, or safe, with One Nation? The same woman who teamed up with Holly Valance to release a parody version of Valances’ previous ‘hit’ (can we even call it that?) that mocks poor people, LGBTQ+ youth, women and the trans community.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: The Greatest Act of Love

I have always found Valentine’s Day weirdly performative. The idea that a prescribed day could be dedicated to expressing your love. With flowers. Or chocolate. Or champagne. Or diamonds. Yuck.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Heat Speech

‘Hot enough for ya?’ Where I grew up that was how people greeted each other on a sweltering summer’s day. It was a tongue-in-cheek way of saying it’s hot, can you take it? Is this the heat you ordered?

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: I Love Australia

I love Australia, but I don’t love Australia Day on 26th Jan. I don’t love that it is about a flag with a Union Jack on it.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Erasurehead: A South Australian Horror

I have never been so proud to call myself a writer. To belong to a group of people who support a targeted colleague, who mobilise quietly with integrity and solidarity. Without self-interest. A group that has moral courage when our elected leaders and our decision-makers seem to have none.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: A Voice for the River

When I was a kid we used to swim in the river. Local waterways were full of fish and yabbies. We’d grab a giant inner tube from a tractor tyre and eight of us would fight to stay on the slippery surface. It was the closest thing we had to technology.

Are you on holidays here, enjoying yourself? Well then read this…

It’s holiday time. It’s hot. The beach is pumping. There’s a sparkle in the air. They’re here. The people who work in shit jobs that are killing them, with people they hate, to save for this two weeks of Byron.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Change the World

‘Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.’ Margaret Mead said that. She died in 1978, but the words of this American cultural anthropologist still ring true. I hear it repeated often. But today I really thought about it.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Survival of the Shameless

‘Survival of the shameless’. I heard that term this morning in a BBC podcast I was listening to with Dutch historian Rutger Bregman, who is calling for a ‘moral revolution’. It was one of those simple phrases that landed in my body.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: The Things People Say

People have said some crazy shit about me, but the other day a friend told me a friend of his had advised him not to vote for me in the last election because I was in the Illuminati. How bizarre. I am a member of the Greens and the Bangalow CWA, but that’s the extent of my covert memberships.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Don’t Ban Kids, Ban Billionaires

From 10 December, in Australia, under-16s are banned from social media. I’m not convinced that this is the cure-all safety response that the government wants us to believe it is. It’s a simple solution for what is a much bigger problem.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: The Care Package

Older women don’t care what you think about them. I know. I’ve become an older woman. It’s a heady kind of liberation from the shackles of giving a F about approval, or not trying not to upset people. Some days I actually think I am in the business of upsetting people.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Club 27

Last week marked 27 years since Michael Hutchence died. He was 37. The 22nd of November holds its place for me as the day when things changed. When someone who seemed bigger than life, almost super human, lost his. It was tragic and destabilising. It was unbelievable. We retold his story over and over, always hoping for a different ending. But no matter how many times we told it, it ended the same. He was gone. And we missed the clues, that perhaps things weren’t shiny and bright. We missed the pain.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Why We Need Men

We can end violence against women and girls. I have always believed that. Some think I’m unrealistic, but I’m not ready to surrender hope. 

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Forget the Messiah, Focus on the Message

Billionaires are on notice. The game is up. When 34-year-old, self-described democratic socialist, former foreclosure prevention counsellor, unknown rapper, Ugandan born Muslim migrant Zohran Mamdani was elected mayor of New York City, a tiny flame of hope sparked a small fire. They’re listening. The message is finally getting through.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: It’s Time for a Fast Fashion Fast

We need to stop buying clothing made by children we don’t know, in sweat-shops we will never see, that ends up in landfill in countries we never visit. A shocking 85% of all textiles go to dumps each year.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: What really happened to Prince Charming

Last week King Charles prayed with Pope Leo. It was the first time in 500 years, since the royals split with the Catholics so Henry could divorce his wife.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Why she stays

Someone said to me once: ‘I can’t believe a woman like you would have stayed in domestic violence. I would have left. I wouldn’t stand for it.’

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Walking the Walk

This morning I watched mist float through the treetops in the Wanganui Gorge. Soft greenness. The beginning of a new day. Tears ran down my cheeks. I don’t know if it was an overdose of the DEET in the Bushman repellent, or the build-up of lactic acid from three days of uphill hiking, but I felt very emotionally overwhelmed by this powerful, deep sense of connection. And really sore glutes.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Windfarms Beneath My Wings

‘It’s harder to take on an entire worldview than it is to correct a few made-up talking points.’ This is the quote I found in an article in The Conversation in August this year titled, ‘Why windfarms attract so much misinformation and conspiracy theory’.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: In Awe of Mona

Older women have more power than they realise. That occurred to me after pushing through the crowds at the Louvre, on a rainy autumn day in Paris, to see the painting that over 10 million people line up to see every year. Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: She is Number 34

She is 23 and she is the 34th woman this year to be murdered, police allege, in domestic violence in Australia. These are numbers meticulously kept by the Counting Dead Women Campaign. It happened in Mullumbimby on an ordinary Friday night. It happened in our town, in a community where you should be safe. Where we know our neighbours. Where we protest for peace. Where we have painted placards in our town hall and marched against violence. But we are not immune. The epidemic of relationship violence, of dead women, is real.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Bombed on Board

You can’t take nail clippers on a plane. They’re seen as a potential weapon. So trimmed toenails are out but booze is in. Yep – you can serve alcohol and lock people in a flying cylinder for up to 15 hours at a time. I haven’t seen the hard data, but anecdotally I reckon drunk men are more dangerous than a tiny pair of scissors.

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: Why We Need Women Like You

‘We need to change how we think about food. About what we purchase and how we consume food. We need to look at what we are eating. There are so many benefits of seasonal eating – for our bodies and for the planet. By doing this we can reduce food waste. We can increase economic and environmental benefits, and we can improve food security for all Australians.’

Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: To AI or not to AI

I don’t use AI. Well, I use spellcheck and maps, but I don’t use AI creatively. For instance, I don’t use Grammarly because it makes edit suggestions and I find that changes my voice. I don’t want my writing to be perfect and compliant. I don’t want a machine to decide how to order my sentences. Correct my spelling and fuck off

Mandy Nolans Soapbox: Anti-Anti-Immigration: The Gentle Art of Talking to Strangers

Every time we plug our ears with headphones and look at our screens we are missing out on genuine connection. It seems ironic to think that people are plugged into devices scrolling for love and likes from people they may never meet, often while standing in a room full of actual people. Look up. Ask a question. Listen. Learn. It’s how we become better

Catalano’s twin Wategos mansion DA wins court approval

A controversial dual-mansion development at Wategos Beach has been approved by the NSW Land & Environment Court, ending an 18-month battle between media entrepreneur Antony Catalano's company and Byron Shire Council.

Climate action arts program announces 2026 recipients

Ingrained Foundation, together with co-founder of the Climate Action Arts Grant Program, Vicki Brooke, and delivery partner Arts Northern Rivers (ANR), are say they are delighted to announce the five recipients of the inaugural program.

Emily Lubitz added to Lismore Lantern Parade lineup

Fresh from reaching number one on the ARIA Country Charts, Emily Lubitz will headline the  Heartbeat Festival Stage on Saturday 20 June, as part of the Lantern Parade.

Prayers For Peace at Durrumbul Hall, 21 June

A Winter Solstice concert will be held Sunday 21 June, from 6.30pm at Durrumbul Hall, Main Arm.