In my generation, we’ve had demonstrations against the Iraq War, Wall Street and against marriage inequality, but today’s climate change protests will stand alone.
I’ve recently hit the jackpot, I’ve turned 30, and I’ve moved to a new city. Making new friends has pang of familiarity about it beyond 30. But here’s what I’ve learned.
As a woman without a child, I’m constantly queried about when the time will be. You know what? Get your mind out of my uterus.
Flying back from Los Angeles landed me at my first strip search, one of the most terrifying and dehumanising ordeals of my life.
The story of the Biloela family facing deportation from their own country has gripped the nation, however, the act itself reveals the depths of official apathy.
This year marks fifty since the murder of Sharon Tate. In the film made to include her story, Tarantino instructed Margot Robbie to “explore the character” without talking. Typical.
I was once fortunate to see poor parenting atop a horse. However, I have more questions.
It’s an age-old question. Why do those who ghost you still haunt the halls of your social media?
Once upon a time, I was told that boredom is the key to a stress-free life. After much musing, I believe that may be onto something.
Recently, Scott Morrison asked us how good Australia was. Not long after, it was July 4, a date where America drinks itself silly on self-love. But upon further examination, neither country is what they think it is.
Once upon a time, I travelled to Nashville to find Keith Urban. Instead, I found Holly, George W. Bush and the devil.
While the right to die is now legal in Victoria, it hasn’t come soon enough for those hopelessly bound in hospital beds around the nation.
Once upon a time, I was the chauffeur of a lady of the British upper classes. It didn’t go well.
Climate change is not just the responsibility of clueless politcians, it’s ours too. Here are five quick ways you can enable meaningful change.
Courtney Herron was found down the road from my house, Eurydice Dixon was murdered in a park I walk through. I could have been either of those women.
I found myself in Fuzhou promoting a film I made, but I also found myself hot-footing after Jackie Chan under the gaze of our Chinese handlers.
As a female, and female travel writer, Elizabeth Gilbert’s ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ has tarred us with a very particular brush.
I’ve crashed enough houses and visited enough cities to know how to be the anthesis of a good guest. Learn from my bitter experiences. Do it.
We may be in the dawn of the new millennium, but Australia’s addition to world film has been rather excellent. Here’s my top ten. What’s yours?
I once went on a date with a man named Ignacio. Well, I say ‘date’, but I still question the whole thing.
Let me tell you, I spent many years closely working with a top-notch narcissist. That experience taught me many a thing.
Back in my youth, I travelled to New York and was amazed to score a writing job for a celebrity public relations company. The reality was quite different.