Black voices all around the world have spoken. They are demanding equality. They are calling for systemic change. They have asked us to stop killing them. They have told us they can’t breathe. That’s a confronting statement. It’s an even more confronting reality.
What is the point of democracy if it means being thrown under the bus? The people are not there to serve the economy. The economy is there to serve the people… and I don’t mean as a dish in the capitalist kitchen.
What if covid-19 is the solution we needed? What if the lessons we’ve learned from managing a global pandemic can save us from climate change?...
To encourage positive behaviours you have to ‘ignore’ the bad behaviour and praise and reward positive outcomes. If, every time you passed a speed camera being under the speed limit meant you could win something, I think people might slow down. If I got applause, it would be even better.
I felt a bit sad that Adele had hung up the carbs. I even worried that she’d struggle to find the power in that voice without that body. No more full-length dresses. Hello short skirt. I loved that Adele had pushed through to the top of her game without the bump and grind of JLo, or Beyonce, or Brittney, or Shakira.
Caring for country is integral to Indigenous culture. In a time of looking for solutions to climate change, connection to country should be a universal religion. We don’t own country. You can’t. What you own is real estate. Real estate is not country.
It’s dark, I’m drinking tea. I hear a lone bugle play The Last Post. Its mournful notes float in the darkness high above my small town, lingering in the silence. This year is the year no one can gather.
Lately I have been busy tackling the conspiracists who, frankly, must be worn out by their fervor. It’s exhausting trying to stay outraged for any length of time. While I think their beliefs are questionable, I do admire their energy! I’m clearly not a conspirasist.
The world has always been adversarial – to conspire in the interests of world domination would suggest a kind of unity that governments, and the rest of us, have never shared. Perhaps we are being run by the lizard-people overlords after all!
I hate this world behind doors, behind a screen. This strange diluted reality where our only freedom is walking a dog. My dog is exhausted. My dog is missing his alone time. I’m fucking tired of mine. My dog keeps looking at me with that ‘Why are you still here? Aren’t you going out?’ expression.
Wuhan has the new 5G. This theory purports that the deaths aren’t from the virus – but from a cell break-down that mimics a virus. It doesn’t explain the contagion aspect, that is, how people who live in areas where there is no 5G get the virus. Unless… when you sneeze, the 5G comes out of your nose.
I noticed how happy my husband was this week. I’m home. I’m doing the washing. I’m cleaning. I’m cooking. I’m here. I’m back to being a 1950’s housewife. I’ve started wearing lipstick to bed. Next week I’m cracking out the rollers.
What if Love was viral? Imagine a world that became infected by LOVE-20 – a highly contagious infection of the heart? A disease that moved like wildfire through populations, causing an unfamiliar and unexplainable sense of wellbeing.
I wonder who the PR Company is for COVID-19 ? Could they please do the campaign for the Climate Crisis and Domestic Violence? With that kind of affect on human response – we’d have two of the world’s most serious issues sorted in a week.
Patriarchy is broken. Its grand structures of phallic dominance are crumbling. The conviction of Harvey Weinstein last week is a sign that the empire is finally falling. The condemnation by the Senate, and call for Bettina Arndt’s Order of Australia to be stripped, owing to her ‘blame the victim’ commentary – in reference to the recent murder of a Hannah Baxter and her three children (Aaliyah, Laianah, and Trey) – proves that the power of patriarchy is waning.
We must stop using the term ‘domestic violence.’ It dilutes the gravity of the issue at hand. Domestic violence is far too soft. What we are facing isn’t domestic violence, there is a war against women. This is gender terrorism. It’s time for zero tolerance. It’s time for action from good men.
maybe, in this three weeks that sit between Valentine’s Day and International Women’s Day we could celebrate the power and beauty of our female friendships? Let’s have a frizzy-hair tracksuit-pants day to honour the love and loyalty of our female friends.
Coronavirus is the word on everyone’s lips right now. I guess it’s why most of them are wearing masks. The other day I made the mistake of booking a flight back from Sydney to the Gold Coast on the international... Read More →
Jimmy is living in his car. He’s long-term unemployed and you can’t live in Sydney, or many other places in this country, on $500 a fortnight. Shit you can’t live on $500 a week.
Listen you creepy old rich fucks, leave our young women alone. Stop offering them the rich daddy they never had. It’s pedophilic. When Marilyn Monroe used her baby-girl voice to sing My heart belongs to daddy the flaccid cocks of ageing patriarchs around the world stood to attention.
This week, my family was victim to a home invasion. It’s not anything you can be emotionally prepared for. We are changed forever. When strangers attack you unexpectedly in your home, because you are in your safe space – the trauma is incomprehensible. This was our sanctuary. If you aren’t safe in your home, then where are you safe? Afterwards there is only exile, the home that once held you is forever gone.
if immediate systematic change isn’t achieved, then we’ll just burn again next year, and the year after that and the year after that, until our green planet is just a lump of charcoal orbiting the sun with a go-fund-me to Mars.
Scott and Jenny hosted an exclusive dinner party to watch the Sydney Fireworks – meanwhile 500,000 animals burnt, 17 people died, and 28 are missing. At least 10.1 million hectares of country has burned. More than 1,000 buildings are lost.
You’d think that you’d get used to your kids leaving home. But you don’t. Every time one of them leaves it’s as heartbreaking as it was when the first one went.
Apparently they stopped burning and hanging witches centuries ago, but sometimes, when I pick up a paper, or a story flashes across my newsfeed, or I get an abusive email, I wonder if they have really? Sometimes, I can still smell the pungent scent of burning women.