I was so proud of myself when I quit Twitter. But now,irrationally,I’ve signed up to Mark Zuckerberg’s rival version. What’s wrong with me?
Changing up the tagline in gambling ads is,as the saying goes,like rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.
With such confused messaging this week,I am sad to say my confidence in our vaccine rollout has been dented more than any other time in the last 12 months.
It was the G7,not “inner-city types” who last weekend announced a plan to end government support for new coal power plants.
It’s time to make room for a bolder,more open generation that’s seeking to make the world a better place for everyone.
Like most anti-immigrant rhetoric,‘they took our jobs’ is high on fear but low on fact.
Australian businesses and state governments (perhaps even wine bars) have plans and targets to tackle emissions. Let’s face it,they are fast making Canberra obsolete.
I haven’t bought new clothes in two years,and a vintage Carla Zampatti piece is one of my cherished wardrobe items.
Three years of TV clothes had accumulated in my wardrobe before I thought where in the heck is all this stuff going to end up?
The 2010s felt like a series of great and sudden changes,of immense disruption,of death and rebirth.my impotence. And now,I worry about my future in a way I could never have imagined,and my impotence to change it.
Prince Harry and his wife Meghan may just have shown Australia that it's not that difficult to leave the royal family after all.