I want to teach my 2 boys why this matters, so they can be feminists too.

The current political system is under pressure around the world. High levels of community distrust, eroding of 2 party systems & decreasing membership, rise of extreme groups, loss of national sovereignty, impact of global corporations.

I am sick and tired of feminism being a dirty word! I want to believe that the only reason anyone would choose to deny that they were a feminist would be due to a misunderstanding about what the world means. Perhaps there are other reasons why people are reluctant to take this label for themselves…

While both activities involves competition, the grace of movement and collaboration, they seem so far apart socially and culturally.

The need for humanity and human empathy underpins so much of what is going wrong in the world right now. Now perceived as a weakness to be overcome if right thinking is to be achieved. Others should care because we all wish for kindness and fairness in our lives.

I am adopted which is a life sentence of separation from my family and medical history and I find this situation very difficult as I age and face the fact I will never know the truth. Others should care about this because IVF technicians are making babies without recorded histories and we can expect they will fill the mental health system in the same way adoptees have due to unknown heritage and separation from mothers at birth.

In a university class at the moment I am learning about indigenous land injustice. I came up with this question in a tutorial. History is not objective, and who really shapes it?

I can kind of understand eating flesh – we don’t even see our own flesh in that way, at least not if all goes well. But skin? We’re covered in it. Gross. Crackly, chewy, stretchy, crispy burnt skin. ‘You gonna eat that?’ Yeuch.

How many times does this have to be asked?

This is a long and winding tale. Gather round, ye children, warm yourselves by this fire. It is said that many ages ago, we humanobots had a different form, that indeed, we too had flesh like the angels of myth & legend. I know, I know—calm yourselves, it is sacrilege to say this, yes, but I believe it to be true. We staggered about on stalks of meat and bone, unwieldy and confused, but possessed of a kind of grace, too. Songs were written about it, some scraps of which remain to us now, such as that of acclaimed poet, the Black Eye, who wrote of his humps, his humps, his lovely little lumps. Long have we pondered these lines. The world, too, was changed—a vast and green place, full of growing things, other creatures of flesh, many of which were vile and poisonous or simply annoying, perhaps explaining why they were destroyed. Why our lumpy ancestors did not rouse themselves in time to stop the wrathful oceans and angry skies. Alas, they had fallen too deeply in love with our other parents, the screens and tubes and bots, this other landscape which is now our permanent home. I cannot help but wonder, dear pixelated children, avatars of thought, what our world might look like today if not for their love of the intangible, and the apocalypse of neglect that transformed it into a twisted pathway to survival?

I have a deep concern that our continued inability to seriously confront this climate change issue will result in massive and irreversible damage and ultimately destruction of our beautiful home,Planet Earth.

As a first world country, Australians experience a high quality of life. Yet everybody suffers and hurts, and could our experience of suffering, through illness, abuse, loss, break-up, poverty, discrimination, fear etc be put into a different framework where it is recognised for what it can bring and enable, individually and on a bigger scale? The biggest national identities of white Australia seem to be based on and through hardship and suffering.