Wendy Syfret is the author of The Sunny Nihilist and a freelance writer based in Melbourne.
We once sought advice from philosophers and academics, today it’s best provided by people who understand the basic rules of life and live them in front of the cameras.
Older adults are uniquely at risk from bot-designed, addictive online content. Cognitive decline can affect self-control and compulsive behaviour – a perfect recipe for endless scrolling.
When my partner got down on one knee, it didn’t mark my trail to the altar. Instead, it was an entry into the “forever engaged” club.
As long as childcare centres are places for profit, patch-up solutions like those offered by my centre are all that parents will be offered.
While my generation was taught that no one would love you with pimples, today kids are learning that to love yourself is an unavoidably expensive exercise.
Upon first glance, I have nothing in common with Paul Rudd, Jake Gyllenhaal or Glen Powell. Yet despite our many differences, in one respect, we’re the same.
I’ve joined this Melbourne crowd many times. Whenever I am standing on the steps of the State Library I find myself asking the same question: Why am I here?
When I went into labour, I wasn’t cracking jokes in the delivery suite. But now, I recognise absurd mirth in the day, and in the expectations I held for how it would go.
In theory, I don’t hate gift guides. But tensions arise when it becomes clear that the marketing teams sending these emails don’t exist in the same universe as I do.
I rarely miss Facebook. But when I jolt awake at 3am realising it was my mum’s birthday the day before, and I missed it, I do lament what was lost.