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The worst moment came one weekend in winter. I was rostered on - not that it made a lot of difference, because everyone worked weekends, without rostering or pay. I was checking my email. I was exhausted. I felt broken. It wasn’t just work, if I’m honest, in
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Moana Jackson was meant to be around forever. He had no business dying, because he was part of our conscience. Sometimes the uncomfortable part: that's how conscience works. But an Aotearoa without it would feel depleted or lost, or like nothing at all. Conscience can seem uncomfortable, until
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Welcome to my new series, where I take one for the team – making something quite boring a bit less boring. You can thank me later. Or now. Now is good too.
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You can call it a bunch of things. It’s a cost of living crisis, if you’re an old white guy with a suit and an eye on the polls. It’s a cluster***, if you can’t afford to fill your shopping trolley or your car. Probably, your
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My 15-year-old son just told me a joke. Q: What concert only costs 45 cents? A: 50 cent feat Nickelback. Children. They'll take you down to the bottom of every bottle.
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To be clear, I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t want to think about it. I want to pull the covers over my head, like I’m a little kid, until all of this is over. I want the pavers laid back in the ground they
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How are we, e hoa mā? It feels like we're all struggling for morale right now. Our resilience was already kind of low, and the events of the last few days have been a kick in the pants. More of us are succumbing to COVID - and sure,
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Warning for graphic content.
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Until yesterday, I hadn’t seen the protest up close and personal. I skirted around the edges, on my way to the office, by the placards and the flags and the vitriol-laced unreality; gawking though I knew I shouldn’t, feeling a faint mix of horror and sickness. Wellington has
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One of the many things I can't forgive the protesters for is stealing our thunder, on the day the Conversion Practices Prohibition Bill passed. It was a day that Parliament grounds belonged to rainbows, love and celebration, not barbarous and incoherent hate. But the victory was no less
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As a straight single woman, I'm wondering if the protesters have a point. I too have had some pretty bad man dates, and I'm afraid of getting toad.
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As they said back in the day, I've had a gutsful. They make death threats, spit and shout, brandish the imagery of white supremacists. They harass school kids in masks. They block the streets, sabotaging businesses already hurting. They make public servants feel unsafe - those same ones