Fear and Loathing: The Media Lockout at NUS NatCon
The importance of a free and truthful media cannot be understated, and in the digital age, one of…
Why Do We Want To Be Told What To Do?
I have a confession to make; in times of stress, I go…
Quarrying the Migrant Imagination
Australian literature has developed a peculiar appetite. An insatiable hunger for migrant…
Healing is Not an Aesthetic
Healing didn’t knock, It barged in with a knife Choose: bleed or…
My Inner Monologue Is Exhausting: Can I Fire Her?
At some point in human history, someone decided it was a great…
How I Wish I’d Written Love Letters in a World of DM Slides
You know what’s crazy? In the time it would take to write…
Why I think dating apps are dystopian.
I recently got into the subject of modern day dating with some…
Australia is ready for high-speed rail
By Hayden Sinclair Imagine catching a train from Brisbane to the Gold…
I can’t be bothered anymore
The Sunday Scaries were setting in as I remembered, despite the doomsday weekend I had experienced, I was going to work tomorrow to mingle with annoying, sad souls who I can't help but become infuriated by whenever they message me "hey".
Poor Things: A feminist male sex fantasy
In the aftermath of this award season, I can’t help but feel sick to my stomach, and it's not just because of the catastrophic Barbie snubs. No, what makes me abhor this past Oscars ceremony is the Barbie snubs alongside the highly awarded fetishized porno masquerading as female empowerment that was the film, Poor Things.
