Articles by: Chelsea Hughes

I walk down the stairs into the Cavern Club to see Jamaine Ross’s show and he immediately greets me with a friendly handshake, a warm smile and a jovial ‘hello’.

Kai Smythe, a Melbourne-based musician, comedian and performer is Hairy Soul Man, a peacock of a performer full of swagger and confidence.

My momma always told me it was rude to point my finger, so in a very rare moment of obedience, I obliged. It wasn’t always easy not pointing at things.

I’m the mother of a three year-old child. As each day passes, she grows more and more independent.

Flowers are delightful. Wouldn’t you agree? They come in different kinds and colours or whatever. They’re splendid.

As you know, my esteemed Ruminator colleague, Kim, recently reviewed Nigella Lawson’s Maple Chicken ‘n’ Ribs recipe. She gave the dish flavourable reviews (see what I did there?), so I thought I’d give it a shot.

I was born in 1979, during the decline of technology. I’m not saying today’s technology is dead, but it bores me to tears.

Boy. Things are getting serious. As an American living in Australia, I feel arrogant enough to tell you the NZ Labour Party is over. Finito. Long gone are the Frasers and Kirks and Clarks.

Sexy is dead. It died sometime in the 1980s after the rise of giant shoulder pads, Kenny Rogers and corporate America.

Dogs is an anagram of gods. This is no coincidence. Dogs ARE gods. Well, at least they were, until around the 1960s when they started becoming as lazy and useless as their human owners.

Victoria’s Secret dominates the lingerie market.  They’re a multi-cajillion dollar business that, as far as I can tell, targets its ads primarily at the eyeballs and regular balls of pubescent and post-pubescent men.

Yeesh, things certainly have become rather serious on The Ruminator.  Other writers have been talking about racism, sexism, anxiety disorders, and techno-annoyance (of this and this).  It’s enough to cramp your furrowed brows.