Guys, no longer can we defer to women to educate us, nor can we quietly offer support. In this country, we’re the problem. We need to accept this.
Banjo Patterson’s classic Australia poem retells the tribulations of an impossible pursuit. So, I wrote the millennial version of it.
The appearance of a swastika in a Melbourne fruit shop is fitting, as the soft-validation of the Nazis has been vogue since the turn of the millennium.
The anxious millennial is oft-derided for being delusional, self-centred and medicated. We’re just coping with the world being left to us.
Just prior to Trump’s inauguration, I travelled to the United States and met Gord, a man who represents the backbone of the 45th Presidency. Desperate for change. Desperate to be right.