My dad was a violent alcoholic who was killed in a car crash when he was 30. I was six. That is the story I tell when people ask. I have told it so many times I am unmoved by it. Fathers Day is always triggering for me.
Apparently being called a leftie is a personal slur. Whenever commentary is dismissed by someone of an opposing ‘non-leftie’ political mindset it’s usually with a statement like: ‘typical leftie rubbish’. It’s a reductionist technique meant to discredit what are usually logical or factual arguments.
I’m getting my weird nude fix as part of an installation at Forest Art’s Flesh and Bone Experiment on Friday 13 September… Let’s see how long it takes now for my bum to go numb.
This is no time to sit back and be polite. This is the time to rattle the cage. To scream. To disrupt. To bring attention to what matters. Last week in Brisbane 70 people got arrested at a peaceful sit-in that shut down parts of the Brisbane CBD and caused ‘commuter chaos’.
I’m experiencing climate change. Every night I am a planet that heats up. I won’t use the M-word. I don’t like it.
It’s all about the image. We don’t need words any more. Words are for losers. Like me. An influencer uses pretty curated pictures of themselves, and small children who can’t yet give consent to sell shit. Generally not their shit. Someone else’s.
We love Byron. We hate Byron. Byron’s lost it. Byron’s too commercial. Byron’s changed. Byron’s full of tourists. Byron’s too crowded. Byron’s shit. Byron’s shallow. Byron’s a letdown. Byron’s pretentious. Byron’s… Byron. The negative vibe on Byron is everywhere but... Read More →
Hi. I’m Mandy Nolan, and I’m launching a brand-new social-media platform for mums who aren’t good looking. Mums with shitty lives no-one wants. Mums like you and me. Mums who have fat, unattractive or surly kids with bland names and... Read More →
Yesterday I was participating on a panel and the bloke beside me was asked why he did what he did and he said ‘to make money’. It made me feel angry.
It’s the attack of the 5G woman… Why do corporations continue to have more rights than community? Where may I ask is the public consultation?
Why is Israel Folau obsessed with people’s sexuality? When did what other people do and whom they love become the business of a bloke who kicks a ball for a living? Stick to footy codes. Moral codes are above your pay grade.
When Annastacia Palaszczuk’s Labor government gave Adani the tick of approval last week they not only endorsed the future of the fossil-fuel industry in their state;, they also told the world that the Queensland Labor government are Climate Change denialists.... Read More →
What does it mean to be famous? The dictionary defines it as being known by many people. I am ‘famous’ here. It basically means when I go to Woolies I hear people whisper, ‘that’s Mandy Nolan’.
Ever been at a festival and thought ‘how am I going to pick up?’ There’re only 15,000 people here. They’re buzzing on good feels. The odds are against me. How do I find my true love? Or even an insincere loveless grope?
Tuesday May 28 was Menstrual Hygiene Day. I popped in a cannabis tampon to celebrate. And yes, they’re a thing. Apparently it’s to relieve cramps, but I just buy them to get my vagina stoned. (It’s awesome but you do... Read More →
Last week I really did have Georgia on my mind. And Alabama. And Ohio. Kentucky and Mississippi. These are the US states lining up to pass ‘heartbeat bills’, which prohibit abortion once a foetal heartbeat can be detected – as... Read More →
This week we elect either Bill Shorten or Scott Morrison as prime minister. How did we arrive at a political system where two parties dominate so exclusively? We’ve fought for gender diversity; can we have political diversity too? It’s too... Read More →
I don’t want slippers. I don’t want flowers. I don’t want a shitty card with a dumb poem written by some weirdo at Hallmark. I want you to see what I do. I am happy to share it with you... Read More →
Clermont, is not all this. In fact most of these mining families drove back to the mines and mackay that evening, after we were safe in camp.there are several local businesses welcoming us, atleast 1 of them has received threats... Read More →
‘There’s no time for crying, we have work to do.’ These were the words sung by Mavis Staples – she’s 79 and she still believes in change. I wonder how as black woman pushing up against decades of oppression... Read More →
Who is fighting for Julian Assange? No-one. Not even his cat. In fact people seem to have more concern about his cat’s whereabouts than where he’s going.
India has a minister for yoga. I read about it in Hung Le’s book The Crappiest Refugee and I thought that must be a joke, but after googling it turns out that yes, India really does have a yoga ministry.... Read More →
We’re hoping she could run a masterclass in compassion. Our politicians don’t seem to have any. Maybe she could scout our political system for a leader with some of the qualities she has. Or perhaps run a reality TV show... Read More →
I have been a comedian for over 30 years. Long enough to be able to tell you that political correctness is NOT destroying comedy.
Freedom of Hate Speech Every time I hear people bang on about ‘Freedom of Speech’ I feel nauseous. Freedom of Speech never seems to me to have anything to do with freedom at all. When you hear people bleating on... Read More →