Oh, I have known some stressful Christmas Days. The ones where we have blues and storm out and come back and make up. The ones where it’s all we can do not to explode. They’re to be celebrated, too.
All the Sussexes are doing is shamelessly monetising the very things they profess to despise.
We don’t need unions to hand us a Kit-Kat and a hot water bottle and give us the day off. It marginalises women, inferring that we don’t have the agency and capacity to manage our health.
The loudest voices outside of government pushing the green dream are elites who, from Australia’s largest homes, private planes, islands and yachts, lecture to the rest of us.
Spare us elite sporting stars, backed by other people’s ‘dirty’ money, lecturing about values.
Italians who voted for Giorgia Meloni wanted change. Because they’re sick of the merry-go-round in Rome. They want a different Italy.
In the same way radical gender ideology has turned me into a feminist, the left’s tawdry response to the Queen’s death has shown her reign through a different lens.
My dad, a flawed man, drank himself to death; but he gave me the capacity to forgive him.
The unlikely trinity of Sanna Marin, Jacinda Ardern and Meghan Markle have to learn that with power comes great responsibility.
A private girl’s school in Perth last year called off a production of Grease citing sexism. But 1980s women like Olivia Newton-John empowered a generation.
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