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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.
Australia’s aged care system is used as a stop-gap to treat our disabled youth, with the lack of meaningful financial backing to see the problem only worsen.
I’m of the mind that the more Gen Y talks, the less we’re actually saying. We espouse the “how” in favour of the “why,” and the only content born from this is directionless and blunted.
The ongoing crisis at Manus is not just an issue that needs solving, it is also a slash across the face of the Australia we grew up idolising.
For those who immediately lost their innocence on 9/11, I feel every act of organised terror since has not reached us as we’ve adjusted our eyes to the flash of violence.
Puns. They’re not hurting anyone, right? Wrong. Radical pundamentalist joke killers are on the rise, and you could be next.
Clearly, we’re careening toward our climate apocalypse, but yet we still do not care. I believe the language around the matter, matters. We don’t want facts, we want stories.
After a study discovered that 75% of people no longer trusted their government, the next Brexit is a ‘when’ not an ‘if’.
Labor’s Anthony Albanese has openly supported the plight of the Tamil family from Biloela. But doing so rings a trifle hollow.
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.
Today’s unlimited free-press has birthed a condition where everyone feels they need to duke it out in the comments section. Well, they don’t. I’m biting the hand that needles me.
There’s an odd duality defining the information age, in that the more we have access to, the more ignorant we choose to be.
While the Pell verdict has split the nation, scoring it as a win for our political station needs to stop.
The more tone-deaf hot takes I hear, the more convinced I am that they share a lot of similarities with cooties.
How are we expected to make social change possible when we pick and choose our exposure alternate opinion? Welcome to the Echo Chamber.
With the narrative around Jeffrey Epstein’s death continuing to change, I feel it’s only right that we wear the label of conspiracy theorist proudly.
While we all regularly fall prey to nostalgia, I suggest we should steer clear. To prove it, I’ve uncovered a pile of grating poetry I wrote as a youth.
I have something to admit. I live for the low blows and logically-inept battleground of Internet comment boxes. I know it’s a war where nothing is ever won, but I shoulder arms nonetheless.
While we were distracted, America levelled new sanctions against two of their current enemies, Chelsea Manning and the people of Venezuela.
I went down the river Netflix order to define it. I returned, changed, fatigued, and understood by Michael Douglas. The horror.
To the generation before mine, nuclear power was something that could spell the end of mankind. With that almost assured, I’d say it’s time for a rethink.
