In response to a week of national lamenting tampering with a cricket ball, I fixed the commentary from Julie Bishop. Article originally published on the Guardian. ‘Essentially cheating torture’: leaving […]
Last week the Federal Government handed down the budget. It has been largely understood as a relatively beige attempt to bury Abbott’s zombie measures once and for all and reframe […]
We all have habits we’d prefer no one else was privy too. I’d prefer it if nobody was watching when I turn my phone off and rehearse difficult conversations with […]
.. it was then I realised that as broad as the definition of the women we do not care about, is the definition of the men we are determined to protect. It is difficult to thing to know that you love men who hurt women. It is a difficult thing to swallow the idea that men who are talented and kind and loving may also be cruel and vicious and violent.
And yet, we find it so easy to bag and label women before we bury them.
Imagine if in Parliament on Thursday, Scott Morrison passed a broken chunk of asbestos – instead of a hunk of coal – and yelled at the across the chamber “this is asbestos — don’t be afraid, don’t be scared, it won’t hurt you, it won’t hurt you.”
Don’t Blink. I woke up today, as I did yesterday, with the feeling of lurching from a dull and horrifying dream. I woke up with a dry mouth and a […]
When I was a kid, every second Sunday at 1pm I would wait in the corridor that stretched up to our front door for my big brother Luke to arrive. […]
I remember being 9 or 10 and walking around Westfield in knee high boots (that my mother despised) and a denim skirt (which she also hated) and having this completely […]
What a horrific start to 2016 for women in Australia.
Today has been a bad, sad, scary day in Parliament House for a bunch of reasons – more fear mongering that threatens to fracture our communities, the second attempt to tear […]