We don’t value creativity. Our school system has generally always favoured the STEM streams. It loves uniformity. It loves data that can be neatly measured. It loves absolutes. There are no absolutes in the creative process... We need to plant more seeds. You never know what will grow. Maybe even a bread tree.
Mandy Nolan As we move towards a more gender inclusive, gender neutral world, what is the efficacy of toilets? Can we say oui oui to the wee wee of the greater we? If our language, our passport applications and our... Read More →
Philosophically I say ‘yes’ to unisex toilets, but in reality I say ‘no’, because it puts too many people at risk.
What kind of person owns or invests in a private prison? Surely profit at the expense of the humanity of society’s most damned is wrong. In the private prison model, more suffering equals more profits. There is a profit incentive to cut back on staff, on food, on available support services that help people turn their life around.
What is your trend prediction for 2020?
These are dangerous times and we need to be dangerous. We can start by planting one trillion trees (and watering them with our tears)
My son has just finished school. When he rang me to tell me he’d sat his last exam I was flooded with emotion. I felt relief that the HSC year was over, but also this deep sadness. When your kid finishes school there’s this profound sense of completion – not just of a curriculum but also of the parent’s journey.
This year I’m going to attempt a Vegan Christmas. Maybe I’ll stuff an eggplant with…eggplant. A bowl of nuts and a green salad and you have a vegan Jesus situation.
I suggest we start a movement, in an attempt to repatriate all the harm and hurt we’ve caused. It would be like Black Pride, but we could call it White Shame. Billboards around the country could show Pauline, stuck between the rock and her hard face. We could also appoint an Indigenous person as Minister for White-Fella Affairs.
Denial is not the new black – predictably, it’s an old white man. A bunch of very, very rich, old white men who know a fossil-fuel free world that embraces new technologies will also create new systems which share resources across communities rather than emulate the top down approach that has been so effective for that small group of raging capitalists who control the world’s wealth.
October is Mental Health Month. It’s worth thinking about what it means to you. Too often we think of people with lived experience of mental illness as ‘the other,’ but they are me, they are you, they are your parents, they are your kids.
For some reason, as we get older, falling over becomes shameful. It’s bloody embarrassing to fall over in public. It doesn’t matter how hurt you are, your femur could be protruding out your thigh, a small bit of brain could be dislodged, or an eye might have popped, but you’re like ‘nope – I’m good.’
So, to governments and corporate leaders around the world – here’s a heads up; to young people, you are the Taliban. It’s your regime of self-interest that they’re raging against. It takes a 16-year-old girl with Aspergers and anxiety to reveal who you really are.
There’s nothing like a bomb to put you on the map. We’re gonna have to change our sign from ‘Biggest Little Town in Australia’ to ‘Biggest Little Terrorist Threat in Australia.’
The government are taking a moral stance on your lack of lifestyle choices. As though being drug-addicted on welfare is a choice, and not the result of long-term social disadvantage in a system that has been screwing over poor people for years.
I am a kisser. I love kissing. It’s a peculiar human behaviour exercised by roughly half of human societies. I kiss hello. I kiss goodbye. I kiss friends. I kiss family. I kiss men. I kiss women. I kiss babies. I have even known to kiss strangers.
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.