You are amazing. Whether you are five, fifteen or fifty; whether you are just starting out in life or have many years behind you. Whether you are gay, straight, bi, trans, queer, asexual, poly or elsewhere in the alphabet soup, whether you are white or a person of colour, whether you are married or single, … Continue reading »
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On History, Culture and Change
It’s a few weeks into the new Uni semester, and I’m loving it. In particular I’ve found some very interesting issues being raised in my Roman Art and Australasian Archaeology lectures, about ideas of complex cultures and culture change. In particular, the way that these ideas are shaped by discourses of invasion and colonisation. As … Continue reading »
Multiculturalism, really?
Trigger warning for racism and verbal abuse. I have been in Melbourne this past weekend, mainly in order to attend the Doctor Who Symphonic Spectacular on Saturday. (It was truly spectacular. I was in raptures most of the time.) Melbourne is very pretty, with such a different vibe to Sydney, the other major city I’ve … Continue reading »
On the Australia Day Protests
The news has been full of it – but no-one, as far as I have seen, has bothered to actually write about the reasons for the protests that took place yesterday. (No, the media seems to think Australians are more interested in whether our Prime Minister got her shoe back.) So we have an opposition … Continue reading »
Daring to think about Indigeneity (as a white girl)
In a moment of naivety, she wishes she was black. To be a part of the collective consciousness that existed in this land long before it became ahistorical. To claim affinity with the land, to feel that she has an excuse, a justification, a legitimisation for her own feeling of belonging here. But she doesn’t … Continue reading »
Speaking Up (is harder than it sounds)
A few weeks ago at work I found myself in a situation I hate being in: the one where you know you really should say something, call someone out for something, and you don’t. The situation was something like this: I was mopping the fruit shop floor, chatting to one of the women I work … Continue reading »
