As Julia Banks and so many other politicians have shown, one can be simultaneously female and not much chop.
Playgrounds and monkey bars were not created out of fondness for “precious little people”, but a much darker rationale.
As the "sorry" pageant rolls on, we have to remember the physical impossibility of apology in the mind of something not living.
The Young Rich List is recommended every year to any person briefly comforted by the thought that it doesn’t take brains, ingenuity or a clue to make a pile of money. It just takes money.
Yesterday, 28 ruling class arseholes did their Ordinary People act. I'm used to it. I am not quite so used to seeing them in their ordinary people drag while screeching racist rot.
With the advice on the needs, benefits and restrictions of sex being constantly yelled at us, it's a wonder how anybody retains any sort of libido in the West at all.
You can enjoy the looks, quips and works of a celebrity very much while remaining entirely unmoved by their political advice.
The stubborn feminist or even the mildly stubborn fan of greater wealth equality knows that the GST should only be paid by those who drive their children to the finest schools in the finest cars.
By Tuesday, I wanted to die.
If these toffs really can’t see that studies in decolonisation or trans-national feminism or queer theory or, for heaven’s sake, Marx are not absolutely entwined in the great exchange of ages they defend, then they have not been reading.