Everything I ate, drank, watched, read, followed, bought, listened to + what’s on repeat.

Queenslanders speak about Origin the way Catholics talk about sainthood.

There are few Australian women who have been more publicly projected onto than Lara Bingle.

Ronald McDonald House doesn’t feel tragic. Not in the way you expect, anyway.

How can someone can be that culturally significant, that online, that widely adored and still somehow completely miss your corner of the internet?

For years the Met Gala has felt like the last true monocultural event left standing. This year? It felt like a billionaires AGM with better lighting and (borderline) better fashion.

Cheers to community theatre that understands culture doesn't just happen on stage - it happens in the audience, in the dressing room, in the casting choices, and in who feels welcome enough to say yes in the first place.

From PACT Theatre in Erskineville, to Trinity College Speech & Drama, to primary and high school Shakespearean productions - if there was a stage, I found my way onto it.

Now in its sixth year ‘Off Season’ is, quite frankly, a masterclass in backing a point of view and sticking to it.

Everything I ate, drank, watched, read, followed, bought, listened to + what’s on repeat.

Tourism has a positioning problem.

Not a product problem.
Not a people problem.
A positioning problem.

What's easy to overlook from the outside is that none of this happens by accident.

If their strategies had been to let the news cycle move on the damage may have been contained, not amplified. Instead, both chose to escalate (because, men).

Sometimes the coolest thing you can do is admit that the 10-year-old version of you is still very much alive (and absolutely losing her mind).

The whole thing looked like the internet because that's where Bieber actually exists now - not on a stage, but in meme-ified digital fragments.

I would give my left arm to see the back-end social media performance stats on Fayt’s faux-chella brand activation.

If you’ve lived through the last few years (and, like me, tuned in at 8am daily to Gladys Berejiklian’s Covid pressers) this came with some very specific emotional baggage.

100 tickets. 67 people. Gone in 2 hours and 26 minutes. $10,000 raised. $26,000+ in prizes.

Everything I ate, drank, watched, read, followed, bought, listened to + what’s on repeat.

You don’t even have to believe in astrology to participate. It’s a just cultural shorthand now -  equal parts personality framework and shareable meme.