Sunday. A day to reflect how we survived the week that preceded it. Hurricane Irma led the way, but there were enough winds of change, schadenfreude, and pity to go around.
As the postal plebiscite is being shuttled to letterboxes around the country to define who I can marry, I thought I’d take this opportunity to not let a label define me. I’m a person, just like you. So here I am.
Immigrants are naturally assumed to gravitate to the political left. However, the marriage equality debate shows that conservatism needs to be questioned in minority cultures as much as everywhere else.
Yesterday, posters littered Melbourne spouting insane homophobic rhetoric. Today, the PM sees the same rhetoric as a normal part of the democratic process.
As the plebiscite creeps closer, the opinions regarding marriage equality becomes louder. Sadly, some of those views are not as well thought out as others.
Once upon a time, the undecided voter populated this planet, but the man made constructs of Charlottesville and the plebiscite has pushed us to the brink of extinction.
The plebiscite. You don’t like it, I don’t like it. However, those who plan to silently protest through abstaining should know that they’ll be viewed as those opposed in the days to come.
Malcolm Turnbull’s capitulation has done great damage. But as someone who voted him in on the presumption that he was the man who could do both, I’m sorry.
Even if marriage equality is decided by a free vote, we should not celebrate. Equality for the sake of power is not the same as equality for equality’s sake.
Monday. Stay away from her, you bitch. Good news however, as a man and his pint saved London, John McEnroe entered the SSM debate and loyalty exists in the footballing world. We’re surprised too.
The thoughts of Margaret Court are well documented, however, I think it’s time we take serve at her beliefs to find fault.
The news from Indonesia gave me a jolt. We, a nation that routinely legislates against human rights, have “serious concerns” about another nation’s violations. While we do not condemn SSM with a cane, we do so with a fountain pen.
Well bugger me with a fish fork, it’s Thursday. Huzzah. The world kept dying while you were recharging, which featured an argument at the estimates, Taiwan saying yes to gay marriage and an unholy clusterboink on ABC2.
Budget impersonations, schoolyard hijinks and tasteful semi-nudes. It’s been a fairly normal week in the rolling seas of #AusPol. Let us wheel out the participation ribbons.
The full moon has crested over the Trump administration, Alan Joyce will press charges against pie tit and Linkin Park has torn down their legacy. And yes, you should call in sick.
We, the anxious millennials, are derided for being delusional, self-centered and medicated. We, however, see this as an adequate avenue of tolerating the world being left to us.
Yesterday, the Turnbull Government reached peak Turnbull Government, in that they’ve become fluent in doublespeak, using it on multiple fronts.
As a proud and angry leftist, I’ve discovered something: our vociferous criticism of the Coalition has swayed them in absolutely nothing.
Monday. Why always you? What happened while you were asleep? Beer met the bible to discuss same-sex marriage, NZ shot back into relevance and Breaking Bad, “the movie”, debuted.
I’m a 50-something lesbian and have been with my partner for 31 years, but when marriage equality rolls around, I won’t be getting married.
It seems that the same sex marriage issue will roll on in perpetuity, thus, the proposal of a radical yet simple solution that will sate all parties.
When Bernardi turned his back on the Coalition, a brief pang of SSM optimism was felt: would it now be discussed differently? We quickly got our answer.