Floating far above the ground in a padded chair, in a dry, sealed aeroplane cabin that hums gently, facing away from other passengers, with no phone or email interrupting our thoughts, we travel inward as well as onward.
The well-educated white men of Silicon Valley have no regard for you as a person. You are a set of data, and they can do what they please with it. Cue Facebook messing with your mind.
It’s sentimental to cry for a baby whale. That’s not because it’s sentimental to cry, but because the passion is not finding its real object. Colin was a symbol, writes Crikey ethicist John Armstrong.
Dexter is a serial killer. Police blood spatter expert by day, by night he indulges his compulsions by tracking down and murdering the baddies who slipped through the crime-fighting net, writes Peter Mattessi.