In a completely original move, I’ve decided to get into house plants. However, with so many millennials gleefully entering plant parenthood, I think I know why.
I’ve just survived my first school holidays as a first-time parent. What I’ve learned is that parents are noble creatures. Noble, but very stupid, and very tired. So very tired.
Well, we’re into the final season of Game of Thrones, and I’ve figured out the reason why the story no longer thrills us. They’re skipping to the end.
This morning, Tiger Woods broke through for his first Major win in a decade. However, if we’re going to praise him, I suggest we focus on the decade between his victories.
Despite all the rhetoric, and all the news pieces swirling around after Christchurch, I had not conversed with a member of the Muslim community. I assumed I was doing enough, but a man in hospital slippers exposed my fallacy.
With the NSW election upon us, I believe we’re choosing between two parties – one that has a proven track record in keeping their promises, and one that doesn’t.
Sonic The Hedgehog was the idol of my formative years. But, as it turns out, he’s just a very common criminal. Tsk tsk tsk.
This morning, we lost the frontman of the Prodigy and the hottest man in 90210. However, with celebrity death comes our social media farewells. Disappointingly, we’re discussing the wrong issue.
According to one American college, playing board games with your partner releases something called a ‘love hormone’. Sounds legit, but stay away from Old Kent Road, darling.
Last night, Aziz Ansari took to the stage to discuss the sexual allegations aimed at him. While he promised that he has changed, he also proved that he hasn’t.
Those who openly love robots are called ‘digisexuals’, but it is their rise that is interesting as it was predictable. Also, questionable.
This morning, Bill Shorten announced a raft of policy that alludes to his version of Australia. Scratch back the surface, however, and it doesn’t seem like change.
Yesterday, the ‘Summer of Cricket’ kicked off. However, like most Australians, I completely forgot about it. Due to the actions of a knowing few, I believe we’ve all lost something precious.
During a YouTube binge, I discovered something. Al from Home Improvement is the man I should have been. I should have taken his lessons on board, instead of laughing at him.
Yesterday, Bunnings decided to slightly change the sausage sandwich. The internet lost it. I think it’s time we talk about that place Australia, and why we’d defend it to the death.
Journalists and trolls alike have struggled to define Scott Morrison’s leadership. I think I might have a clue, as I believe that he’s a friend first, boss second and entertainer third.
Last night, QandA donated their weekly discussion to all things Shakespeare. But with 96% of the audience agreeing with the panel, I’m wondering what was really debated.
This morning, Leicester City lost their owner, Vichai Srivaddhanaprabha. As a long-suffering fan of the club, what he instilled in us will live forever.
With Australia set to uniformly decide who will represent us at the Eurovision song contest, I feel there’s only one man for the job. So, what about he?
We’re all subject to an odd phenomenon in life, where one name is somehow home to an endless cycle of douchebags. My name is Josh.
Last night, I attended the Opera House demonstration. Strangely, it enabled something rarely felt in Sydney: rampant waves of collective optimism.
Very shortly, I will be a father. The only problem is, I don’t think I’m up to it. My partner has made the jump, but I’m unsure how.