Articles by Helen Razer


Razer: The Monthly‘s Louis Nowra needs a good vajazzling

Forget what Louis Nowra and The Monthly say, writes Helen Razor: Germaine Greer is a bright and occasionally charming old ratbag who should be revered.

Tired? Eat too much? Irritable? Congrats, you’re depressed.

In 1994 the American Psychiatric Association published its fourth revision of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual for mental disorders (DSM). Here, you’ll find the worryingly popular one-size-fits-most measure for Depressive Disorder.

It’s a Smaland after all

IKEA has done what many consider to be the unthinkable. The catalogue changed its typeface.

Dominick Dunne, the great gossip, is dead

The pre-eminent voice of American celebrity’s inner word is dead. There has never been a greater gossip than Dunne, reflects Helen Razer.

Miss Universe’s celebration of Camp transcends irony

Somehow, the Miss Universe pageant has survived an ironic age. And a post-ironic one, too.

And the Wankley goes to … Fashion Week coverage, belittling the big

For their championing of chubby, several media outlets have this week earned the Wankley.

Facebook fail: privacy alert on uploaded minutiae

A law suit unfolding in California about privacy and Facebook, has been described, and possibly kindly, as a “jumbled mess”, thanks to discrepancies in national privacy laws.

The poker night I faced down Le Schiffre and made rent

Poker is becoming more popular and women are placing their bets with purpose. Helen Razer entered a tournament in the hope of improving her game, but then things got out of hand.

John Hughes wrote who we thought we were

Director John Hughes will be remembered for his defining work The Breakfast Club, writes Helen Razer. Despite coy innuendos and jokes about sushi, the film remains an outstanding portrait of adolescence,