Here’s why we should thank the world’s billionaires
We should be grateful to our Rineharts, Pratts, Forrests, Lowys, Palmers, Packers, Triguboffs, Cannon-Brookes and Farquhars. Just hear me out.
We should be grateful to our Rineharts, Pratts, Forrests, Lowys, Palmers, Packers, Triguboffs, Cannon-Brookes and Farquhars. Just hear me out.
There is something both surreal and important, I think, about saving an image of a person whose DNA is shared with you across the generations.
I’m tired of constantly performing, smiling, affirming, brightening, showing up, battening down, sacrificing, giving up and holding myself in. And I’m not the only one.
It’s perfect for stupid things like skids in deserted car parks, playful as a puppy, and just as bonkers. Fast, and a blast, the Audi RS 3 raises a turbo-charged middle finger to the fun police.
Babies are full of potential, and enjoy the comforting delusion that they’re the centre of the universe. Only later, as time exiles them from that brief age of innocence, do they learn they’re just one of eight billion or so on the planet.
My older brother was a champion footballer. I idolised him. Sadly, he died having never realised the full potential of his sporting prowess.
The opprobrium directed towards Meghan Markle feels obscene. Pathological. Racist. People want to silence her. Break her. Disappear her. What exactly is it they cannot stand?
The useful little chap is drowning, a victim of Relevance Deprivation Syndrome as the dash gains precedence.
On the one hand, consumer behaviour is shaped by rational forces like time-cost equations. But on the other hand, we respond to emotion, perhaps even to allure.
Only two business premises in our town survive, but it will soon be one – unless this column inspires a buyer.
No one really knows another’s secret life and I don’t know where my darling friend went to; I couldn’t reach her, and it grieves me deeply that I wasn’t there for her.
That Chinese upstart Xi Jinping might seek to challenge you for the title of President of the Universe, but he doesn’t yet have the economic dominance, let alone the number of ballistic missiles.
In the hundred years since 1925, church-going has lost favour and divorce has been made easier. Indigenous Australians are better recognised. Women remain in the workforce after marriage. Much has changed – but would past generations be critical?
Unless you are a young Arab gentleman who wants a plaything in the desert, this car is hopeless, and far too expensive. But it does have a neat party trick.
In this boldy reimagined Australia, we would not be a single nation of 28 million – but long ago divvied up into a series of nation states founded by colonial powers.
On my planet, divorce was a scandal. Ditto illegitimacy. Abortion was a crime. As were homosexuality and SP gambling. Drugs? Pretty much limited to aspros.
Are we a resilient bunch, or just a nation of optimists? Why do so many of us, despite the ills of the world, still rise with the sun and enjoy the early hours of the morning?
A size 16 drops to a 12, a 10 to a six, but when does it all stop? And with these Ozempic-style drugs – as the hangry food noise in our heads diminishes – is the loss of the pleasure of eating worth it?
Was the assassination attempt of Trump during the 2024 campaign a set-up? A scam? I confess to feeling certain suspicions, and now, I’ve let my imagination run wild.
The super-luxe plug-in hybrid Flying Spur Speed weighs more than 2.6 tonnes but can hit 100km/h in 3.5 seconds. Rivals? I can’t think of any.
The oldest Boomer this year is 79. By this age the body is sending out subtle and blunt signals that, well, this mortal life has an end point. As Millennials and Gen-Zs inherit, how will the country change?
BYD’s Sealion 7 is neither exciting nor rubbish, it is just … another EV. Somewhere between ‘hmm’, ‘ho’ and ‘hum’ and herein lies the problem for modern carmakers.
We are entering a world that’s accelerating the erasure of women; the erasure of a human female body that is too demanding, messy, hairy, needy, imperfect, challenging, noisy.
As you may have read, I’ve had some bitter disappointments in recent months. But I do have some good news.
Today’s Australian centenarians are growing in net terms at a rate of roughly a thousand per year. There is something about this group that makes me curious.
There are undoubtedly many easier and less messy ways to get warm. But to me, the open fire combines art and science – and at Elmswood, makes winter welcome.
David Attenborough’s team has captured some of the most shocking environmental footage ever shot, its impact reminding me of the horror of seeing TV news reports of baby seals being clubbed to death as a child.
Britain has held sway as this nation’s leading source of immigrants since 1788 – but a switcheroo is on its way.
Like many before me, I developed a thirst to return home after 14 years of living in London. I didn’t want to die under England’s glowering skies; or be buried in its dark, damp earth.
We have the technology to digitally engage all parts of the electorate. Checking in on voter sentiment could enable governments to make tough decisions in live time.
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