Hello! Nominations close on Tuesday at 4.30 for positions on the VUWSA Executive for 2015. If you’re umming and aahing about whether to give it a go, my advice is: do it.
After their first Super Rugby title ever, the Waratahs’ victory has caused many pundits to rethink the way we approach this year’s Rugby Championship and Bledisloe Cup tests. But let’s be honest: Super Rugby title or not, the All Blacks are still very much the team to beat.
Way way back, in those halcyon pre-Recession days when the internet was still novel and a sense of economic dread didn’t pervade your every waking moment, YouTube introduced its first time limit.
In front of Rogier van der Weyden’s painting Descent from the Cross, a “man broke suddenly into tears, convulsively catching his breath. Was he, I wondered, just facing the wall to hide his face as he dealt with whatever grief he’d brought into the museum? Or was he having a profound experience of art?”
Writing anything on feminism these days is a bit like discussing the Israel–Palestine conflict. Every discussion on the issue is hazardous, any stance you take is going to make you an enemy, and at some point you’re going to get called a pig.
I like sex. I like thinking about sex, I like talking about sex, I like having sex.
These are fast and delicious, with the mixture put together in only a few minutes. The result is thoroughly worth it, producing soft puffy biscuits with a rich coconut flavour.
Maybe it’s because I’d never been there before last week, but I’d always believed KK Malaysian was some kind of mythical place where every student to have ever lived in Wellington would journey on a ritualistic Saturday-night BYO pilgrimage, experiencing cheap delicious food and Fat Bird.
If you pick up traditional histories, you’re unlikely to encounter much in the way of vaginas.