"The gays are out of the closet now and we aren’t going back.”
Australia Day has little do with Australia as a political construct. Do we really need this grotesque distortion of history?
No, the cult tidying expert's method won't save you but it is a salve for a hopelessly chaotic mind.
As always, Crikey's prestigious end-of-year awards nominees are a mixed field of arsehats and heroes.
Right-wing pin-up boy Milo Yiannopoulos has been scandalised by an email leak, which, unless you're inclined to his brand of politics, is a delicious, early Christmas treat.
Til his last, Harry Leslie Smith was shouting from the abyss, reminding us just how much unnecessary suffering there had been, the filth and the hate of it.
Call him as “post-modern” or obscurantist as you like, Baudrillard, who died in 2007, sure left his signifying chain hanging around in the popular imagination.
Despite the provocation of an attack on what we love, of the killing of a man who was, in a small way, in our souls, we have retained a spirit lost to other cities.
Governments assume giving public spaces like the Opera House and Federation Square to commercial interests will not harm them. It will.
Our sites of power and authority — the parliaments, courts and cathedrals — remain, while vast amounts of what made up the best parts of people's lives vanish without trace.