As a survivor of domestic violence as a child, those memories have never left me. They are as vivid today as they were all those years ago. I watched my mother being dragged, kicked and brutally beaten to within an inch of her life.
I was only nine years old. My two-year-old sister had become the target of my father’s rage simply because, like many toddlers, she refused to eat her dinner. My father, who was frequently subjected to racial discrimination at work because he was a migrant, often came home carrying that anger. You could see it in his eyes—he was looking for someone to lash out at.
In that moment, I picked up my little sister and did everything I could to protect her.
While my badly injured mother was still being bashed I took
my little baby sister and carried her through the rain, desperately trying to find safety and save her life.
Those moments are etched into my memory forever. No child should ever have to witness such brutality or be forced to become the protector of their own family. Domestic violence doesn’t end when the violence stops—it leaves lifelong scars on those who survive it.
So what do you say when you hear
Pauline Hanson has described paid leave for those experiencing family and domestic violence as “ridiculous”, and suggested the issue is taking police away from “real crime”, calling for the family law system to be “wound back”. And all the other shit that spew out of her mouth
The damage she is doing is unforgivable
He picked her up when she was 6 inches long. She still swims into his arms — 10 years later. In 2010, Rick Anderson, an Australian dive instructor, found a freshly hatched Port Jackson shark on the seafloor. He cradled her in his palm and talked to her through his regulator. Today, she is nearly 6 feet long — and she still finds him on every single dive. This is the true story of Rick Anderson and the wild shark who never forgot him. 🦈❤️
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She was 57 years old.
White hair. No carefully managed image. No media training designed to make her more palatable. Just thirty years of accumulated knowledge and the calm, unhurried authority of a woman who had spent her life mastering her subject.
She sat on a BBC panel, answered questions about immigration and politics, cited evidence, made arguments — and then went home.
The next morning, her inbox looked like a crime scene.
Her name is Mary Beard — Cambridge professor, classicist, one of the most respected scholars of ancient Rome and Western civilisation alive. And the internet had decided that a woman speaking with quiet authority on television needed to be punished for it.
The messages were not criticism. They were not debate. They were rape threats. Death threats. Coordinated campaigns of personal destruction targeting her appearance, her age, her voice — anything that could be used to remind her that spaces like the one she had just occupied were not meant for her.
Most people would have gone quiet.
Mary Beard went further in.
She did what scholars do when they find a pattern that disturbs them: she followed it backward. Through decades. Through centuries. Through millennia. All the way back to some of the oldest texts in Western civilisation.
And she found it had always been there.
In Homer's Odyssey — one of the foundational works of Western literature, nearly three thousand years old — there is a scene that most readers pass over without registering its quiet violence. Penelope comes downstairs and asks the poet to sing a different song. Her own son, Telemachus, cuts her off. He orders her back to her room and tells her plainly: speech is the business of men.
She goes.
Mary Beard read that scene and recognized it immediately.
Not as ancient history. As a pattern.
In ancient Rome, women who dared to speak in public were not described as orators or thinkers. They were described as noise — disorderly sound, something that did not deserve to be called language or argument. Their voices were not speech. Their thoughts were not thoughts.
In the medieval world, women who claimed public authority were labeled as witches.
Elizabeth I — Queen of England, ruler of a nation — had to rhetorically reshape herself into something masculine just to be taken seriously as the leader of her own country.
The silencing of women who speak with authority was not invented by social media. It was not a modern pathology or a cultural accident. It was built deliberately, over centuries, into the very foundations of how Western civilisation defined who gets to speak, what authority sounds like, and who is allowed to take up space in public life.
Mary Beard had found something important.
In 2017, she published Women & Power: A Manifesto — short enough to read in an afternoon, substantial enough to reframe everything you thought you understood about why this keeps happening.
Her argument was precise and devastating.
The problem is not that women lack the ability to lead. The problem is that the model of leadership itself — the template for what public authority looks, sounds, and feels like — was built by men over centuries and has never been redesigned. When a woman enters public life and doesn't fit that template, she is not failing. The template was never built for her. It was built specifically to exclude her, and it has been doing exactly that, efficiently and continuously, for three thousand years.
The solution, Beard argued, is not to teach women to perform power the way men have always performed it. The solution is to dismantle and rebuild the very concept of what power is allowed to look like.
She kept teaching. She kept writing. She kept appearing on television — white-haired, unhurried, carrying her decades of authority without performing it, without packaging it for comfort, without apologizing for it.
The threats continued.
But other messages began arriving too. Letters from women and girls who had spent their entire lives feeling that every door was slightly too narrow, every table slightly too high, every room slightly reluctant to make space for them. Women who had spent years wondering what was wrong with them — why they couldn't quite fit, couldn't quite belong, couldn't quite be taken seriously no matter how much they knew or how hard they worked.
They read the book and understood, perhaps for the first time, that nothing had ever been wrong with them.
The room had been designed without them in mind.
That is not a personal failing.
That is a three-thousand-year-old architectural decision.
And one Cambridge professor with white hair and a calm voice — who refused to go quiet when the internet told her to — spent her career documenting it, naming it, and handing that knowledge to everyone who needed to hear it.
Telemachus told Penelope that speech was the business of men.
He was wrong then.
He is still wrong now.
And Mary Beard has three thousand years of evidence to prove it.
via The Inspireist
#FeministFriday #HERstory
Australia just did something no other country has ever done.
Doctors in Sydney are now killing cancer tumours by freezing them solid — no scalpel, no stitches, no surgery at all.
It's happening at Liverpool Hospital in southwest Sydney, home to Australia's first MRI-guided cryoablation machine.
Here's how it works.
A needle thinner than a few millimetres is threaded into the tumour while doctors watch every move in real time on the MRI.
Then gas shoots through it, dropping the temperature to around minus 180°C in seconds.
The tumour freezes into a tiny "ice ball." The cancer cells rupture. The blood supply chokes off. The tumour dies.
No cutting. No bleeding. No weeks of recovery.
One of the first patients was Josephine Cordina, 64, who'd been living with a 9mm tumour buried in her spine. The pain stole her sleep. Painkillers barely touched it. Open surgery would've meant screws in her spine and weeks flat on her back.
Instead, doctors froze it.
One day later, she walked out of the hospital pain-free.
That's the part that sounds impossible — most patients go home within 24 hours and skip the long hospital stay entirely.
It works on tumours in the spine, the liver, the kidneys. And it gives hope to people who were told they were too old, too sick, or too high-risk for traditional surgery.
The future of cancer treatment might not involve a single cut.
Source: Liverpool Hospital, Sydney (Australia's first MRI-guided cryoablation procedure)
How in the shit-stirring fuck do we live on a planet where multiple judges are way more concerned about the future wellbeing of rapists than they are about the future wellbeing of women and girls who’ve been raped?
#NewsCorpse
A tiny bee just did what chemotherapy couldn't.
Scientists in Australia discovered that honeybee venom can wipe out 100% of aggressive breast cancer cells in under 60 minutes.
And the healthy cells around them? Barely touched.
The breakthrough came from Dr. Ciara Duffy and her team at the Harry Perkins Institute of Medical Research, working alongside the University of Western Australia.
They tested venom drawn from 312 honeybees and bumblebees across Australia, Ireland, and England.
The target: triple-negative breast cancer and HER2-enriched breast cancer. Two of the deadliest, most stubborn forms of the disease.
The weapon: melittin. The same tiny peptide that makes a bee sting burn.
At one specific dose, melittin tore through cancer cell membranes completely within an hour. Within just 20 minutes, it shut down the chemical signals cancer cells need to grow and multiply.
Bumblebee venom, which lacks melittin, did nothing. Zero effect, even at high concentrations.
Scientists then recreated melittin synthetically in the lab and got almost identical results, meaning no bees need to be harmed to develop the therapy.
Published in the peer-reviewed journal npj Precision Oncology, the findings are still early-stage. Human trials haven't happened yet.
But one thing is clear. Nature has been hiding answers in plain sight all along, sometimes inside the smallest creatures on Earth.
Source: Harry Perkins Institute of Medical Research / npj Precision Oncology (Dr. Ciara Duffy et al.)
PLEASE anyone who gets a message in their inbox allegedly from me prompting you to “vote”……DELETE ASAP!
It’s the same scam that stole my account.
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Avi Yemini has plans to register a new political party in Victoria: the “Free Palestine Party”
The strategy? Exploit Vic’s group voting ticket system by directing preferences to OneNation, while relying on the party name itself to mislead pro-Palestine voters into backing it…
“Wominjeka, welcome. Enjoy the game.” Uncle Colin Hunter Jr. says as a packed MCG erupts in applause. 👏🏼
Welcoming to Country ain't goin anywhere. Know this.
If you boo anyone at an ANZAC day service, you're not a patriot, you're not respecting the ANZACs - you're an entitled, unAustralian, cunt.
Complain before.
Complain after.
Boo during the service, you're scum.
People need to understand that Israeli officials wearing noose pins & popping champagne to celebrate the systematic extermination of thousands of Palestinians held in Israeli torture camps is functionally no different from nazis gloating about their gas chambers.
Evil incarnate.
More people using public transport means less people buying fuel means more fuel available for people who don't have the option of public transport.
Hope that helps x