Tione is one of the 2024 Glass editors. She's a final year Journalism and Justice (majoring in policy and politics) student who lives to write about everything going on in the world. If you're after more of her work, check out Urban List Brisbane, The Music, and Purple Sneakers. Concerts and food are her go-to, so hit her up for either of those and you'll have a winner.
I want to celebrate my country, believe me, I do. But I can’t do that without acknowledging that our “boundless plains to share” weren’t ours to begin with – and still aren’t.
Mean Girls, Wonka, and The Color Purple are all recent musicals gracing the big screen – but that’s not all they have in common. For reasons beyond my (or any sane human’s) comprehension, all of these have been marketed as regular, plain, no-singing-only-talking movies.
Tick, tick, tick. I can always hear the ticking, as relentless as the fly buzzing above my bed on a sleepless summer night. Tick, tick, tick. It’s the sound of time slowly slipping through my fingers, forever, endlessly, without cease.