With a couple of notable exceptions,the permanent hosting role usually goes to an older white man towards the twilight of his career. Not this time.
The vanity in portraiture lies in the conceit of being selected in the first place,swiftly followed by dismay at the outcome.
The more contrived and overly sentimental the Christmas movie,the better.
This should raise eyebrows:too many of us are obsessed with erasing them.
When I covered my ears at a dinner party earlier this year,I had to face some hard truths.
A collective of black models will boycott Melbourne Fashion Week this year,citing multiple experiences of racism across the industry.
The first of the Millennials are suddenly 40-something,but we’re different from our predecessors. We’ll be doing this ageing thing our way.
Listening to intolerance and fear rather than challenging it is easier said than done. But I’m trying.
I consider myself a feminist,yet I’m rooting for the blonde bimbo girl. How could this be?
To expect their less-well-off descendants to fund their continued privilege is,well,a bit rich.