The End is Naenae

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The way we talk about men

A warning that this post is about the tragedy at Waitārere Beach. I want to write with compassion for all involved, but also be loud and clear: it's time to stop promoting harmful ideas about violence. Whoever they are and whoever they've lost, a person is

Banality

Be aware this post talks about troubling current and historical events, so might not be timed right if you’re feeling fragile. Thank you to my lovely paid subscribers for your initial feedback. Sometimes, when I’m feeling down about the world, I reach for the only thing that could

Into the air

This story was subject to reporting errors at the time, and speculation continues to this day. Where sources are in conflict, I've chosen the ones I've judged the most reliable. Be aware that some of the details are gruesome. Fifty years ago, almost to the day,

TERFed out

In strict confidence for my paid subscribers. I'm processing.

Fair weather friends

It wasn’t much of a morning on Tuesday, and so the two bus drivers, Monish and Abbu, found themselves standing outside Parliament in the rain. A group of others, including local government politicians Ros and Tom, stood with them. The bus drivers had brought a petition, and they hoped

Raging against a machine made up of humans

In confidence for my paid subscribers, and thank you in advance for reading in the spirit intended. Wellington is a small city in a small country, and I don't want to make life worse for anyone involved in this situation.

For the love of feminism, let’s stop dick-shaming

This piece isn’t about shaming dick-shamers, I promise. Be aware we will touch on misogyny and violence, and there’s some pretty strong language in places. I won’t lie to you: sometimes I laugh at teeny-dick jokes. It’s a guilty pleasure, not so much because of the

If the shoe fits

My son: “Hi Mum. I’m off to buy shoes.” Me: “What’s that going to cost?” My son: “A hundred bucks. But it’s my money. And you don’t want to buy my shoes – so we agreed I’d do it, remember?”

Going back to school

Going back to school

Please note this piece talks briefly about animal cruelty. It's the job of any generation to care for the ones that follow. My kids are big now, the younger having finished secondary a year ago, but I’m still grateful my sons' schools did their best to

Is there anybody out there?

Some people have a gift for technology, and I'm not one of them.

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