“This is the sad song of contemporary feminism: burnout for the women who speak up, endless “cookies” for the men who offer little more than lip service. It’s bittersweet to admit that women and other marginalised people don’t seem to be able to …”

The overwhelming negativity of Facebook’s newsfeed did little to assuage my growing suspicion that the 21st century’s great social media experiment is doomed to be remembered as a failure.

Rekindling a passion for competitive jam making at the Royal Melbourne Show.

Punishing bouts of local pro wrestling offer the purity of ordinary – if unusually solid – people entertaining crowds hungry for heroic stories.

“Once the smoke of the false intergenerational spat clears, we’re still left with a policy mix that has engineered the current housing affordability issue.”

“Not only does this cultural ephemera overwhelm the collective consciousness, it is telling the same simple story over and over, and we don’t seem to mind.”

“This first-person feminism maintains a status quo through personal empowerment: ‘I have reached enlightenment, so the fight is over.’”

For the depressed or vulnerable, seeking help can often be a bridge too far.

Instead of pushing governments into policing ISPs, media companies should simply let us pay them for their wares.