Why can't we look away from the worst of humanity?

From a cheap one-off character to a touchstone of millennial Australian culture, the Gobbledok is one of the strangest brand mascots to grace Australian screens.

The corny, wholesome humour of the Muppets seem easy to mock in 2019 – yet recent ‘edgy’ parodies have fallen flat. What is it about Jim Henson’s outlook that has proven so resistant to cynicism?

On 13 January 1999, the United States’ National Security Agency banned its employees from bringing Furbys to work. What does this reveal about technophobia and surveillance capitalism?

Nothing sparks more joy than seeing Kermit ride a bike.

Is it okay to hate a book, if only because you didn’t write it first? Alice Bolin’s Dead Girls: Essays on Surviving an American Obsession slaps with the brand of critical analysis and self-deprecating memoir I’ve been writing and not writing for the past year.

When Renee was six, her brother would gaffer tape her legs together. He would then throw her in their twenty-metre pool and shout, “Sink or swim!” It’s little wonder, then, that Renee grew up to be a mermaid.

Nashville street paper The Contributor syndicated this cover story from The Big Issue (AU).

Do women turn to true crime to steel ourselves against future victimisation? Or do we live in fear thanks to the narratives we impute?

Aimee Knight explores the social, cultural and economic factors that connect Bruce Springsteen's music with fans around the world.

"Maybe he’s right. Maybe there is something the matter with me. I just don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad."

The T-shirt started modestly as 19th-century underwear; today, it’s a pervasive semiotic mode. How did a humble undergarment become a tool of countercultural protest, and later, an icon of Western consumerism?

There’s a tarot card called ‘The Knight of Cups’. This intrigues me.

After a definitive 'no thanks' from a citizens' jury and vague plans for a referendum, the idea of a nuclear waste dump in SA seems to have been buried.

I was always told little girls plan their eventual weddings, daydreaming of dresses, bouquets and cake. That was never true of me, except for the cake part.

I’m an emotional eater. The week David Bowie died, I signed up for a vegan eating contest.