An interesting project: The Melbourne Women’s History Map.
James Murphy asks, Is something rotten in the City of Melbourne?
Then there is a quirk in the franchise for Melbourne Council elections. Both residents and ratepayers get a vote — that much is common in Australia (except in democratic Queensland, which abolished the property franchise in 1921). Where Melbourne gets strange is that corporations or joint property holders get a second vote. That’s one vote for people and two votes for businesses — a system that only Melbourne and the City of Sydney enjoy. As a result, says poll-watcher Ben Raue, businesses and non-resident property holders make up a majority of the votes – as much as 60 per cent according to poll-watcher Ben Raue, leaving just 40 per cent for residents.
This eccentric system makes Melbourne closer to the old rotten boroughs of England than a proper representative democracy. One person, one vote is nowhere to be seen. Or perhaps, if we’re being more generous, it is more like a medieval republic, with trades and guilds rather than citizens electing the Doge. Indeed, in Sally Capp we have one of the most powerful local professions — the Sacred Order of Property Developers — standing its leader for the top job.
Well worth reading the full thing. What a mess.
(If I had a vote, I’d vote for Rohan Leppert.)
Our childcare centre is closing at 3pm today, to symbolise the gender pay gap that means early childhood educators are paid significantly less than similarly-qualified workers in “male” industries. Here’s a great article about the Big Steps campaign.
As a citizen, nobody has been able to explain to me clearly why Melbourne, and Australia for that matter, should be absorbing so many new people every year, at a rate far higher than the OECD average, faster than other developed nations, with no feasible plan to cope with it. …
Dear old Melbourne added a quarter of its population in just 10 years to 2016. At this rate – and projecting population growth is a wobbly science – it will be home to nearly 8 million by mid-century, overtaking Sydney as the country’s largest city.
I’m one of these newcomers, although “new” is increasingly a stretch: we moved here this week ten years ago.
My dad moved to Hobart recently, and was interviewed by Good Weekend last month because he is leading a community campaign to preserve his new home’s character. I’m the opposite, pretty much. I love Melbourne’s growth, I love new buildings and tall buildings and more and more people.
I think Alcorn’s concern that Melbourne is growing “with no feasible plan to cope with it” sounds reasonable, except that I think there is probably no plan that would satisfy her.
Because here’s the thrust of her complaint:
What is immigration for? Who is it for? The most curious argument in favour of large population growth is that, somehow, Australians – those here for generations and those recently settled – owe it to the rest of the world to populate quickly. … Really? Says who?
That’s the nub of it: you either believe we should share what we have to improve the lives of everyone we can, or you pull up the drawbridge with a grunt of “says who?”
The second, that there are too few schools available, is more legitimate — but it’s the result of deliberate decisions. The Kennett government closed public schools for ideological reasons, and sold off the land to make them hard to reopen.
Alcorn’s “says who?” mentality is the other side of Kennett’s coin. He responds to the challenge of planning by denying responsibility, she responds by turning away migrants. They are both superficially appealing, but short-sighted and harmful.
I’m not on Kennett’s side, but I’m not on Alcorn’s either. Of course governments should invest in infrastructure and schools — but we shouldn’t scapegoat our new neighbours when our governments let us down.
We should instead welcome them, and make them our allies in our demands for a better city.
Happy St Patrick’s Day! Celebrate by subscribing to Motherfoclóir, a podcast that is ostensibly about the Irish language but is actually about history and culture and society and politics and everything, because that’s how language works.
American kids continue to put their parents to shame, with students from 3000 schools walking out to protest for gun control:
At an elementary school in Alexandria, Virginia, children synchronized their watches and a captain in each room led students outside two minutes before the planned 10am protest start time. …
Another student, Henry Gibbs, 10, said: “Just the sensation that we are going to make a difference makes me feel proud.”
A teacher at a California high school accidentally fired a gun in a classroom on Tuesday afternoon during a lecture on “public safety awareness,” authorities said.
Dennis Alexander, who also serves as a reserve police officer with Sand City, discharged the weapon at Seaside High School about 1:20pm, according to police.
A male student was reported to have sustained non-life-threatening injuries.
St Patrick’s Day is coming up, and this 10 things listicle made me realise how hand-wavey my knowledge of Ireland’s patron is:
Patrick made his way to Ireland’s east coast and sought passage on a ship bound for Britain. The captain, a pagan, didn’t like the look of him and demanded that Patrick “suck his breasts,” a ritual gesture symbolizing acceptance of the captain’s authority. Patrick refused – instead he tried to convert the crew.
For some reason, the captain still took him aboard.
It’s probably not surprising that the church glosses over things like his mythical magical duels with druids, though.
My gaming enablers Ben and Mike wore me down and convinced me to try Stardew Valley, and they were right.
Japan’s NHK hid an acrostic message to commemorate the Tohoku disaster in its TV listings.
The term ‘sovereign risk’ is the kind of econobabble bullshit that is destroying public debate, and indeed democracy, in Australia. Like the words competitiveness and productivity the phrase sovereign risk has been stripped of any real meaning and is simply used to dress up the self-interest of powerful groups as being in the national interest.
Take the Adani coal mine for example.
Charles Waterstreet (previously) may declare bankruptcy, after being found to owe the ATO over $400,000 because he “failed to pay income tax in the financial years of 2012, 2013, 2014 and 2015, and did not pay subsequent penalties”.
The judgment is quite something. Waterstreet failed to turn up in court, and tried to withdraw his defence “without prejudice”. The judge couldn’t understand what this meant, so went ahead and considered his defence anyway:
Looking through the file, the defendant did serve two affidavits in these proceedings, but neither of those addresses substantive issues in the case… A statement that a party can neither confirm nor deny the allegations is not a form of pleading that is generally accepted.
But the most scathing judicial deadpan was this:
I note the explanation of believing the hearing was tomorrow and not today. While this is a two day hearing, and that may perhaps be a part of the explanation for his thinking it was on tomorrow, he had not only legal representation but his own experience to draw upon to know that when a hearing is listed for two days it commences on the first day, and not on the second.
There are two good reasons to reduce the voting age. First, it is likely to help young people establish the habit of voting lifelong. Second, as my recently published research shows, it makes their parents more likely to vote as well.
“Do you know who I am? I’m the Lego boy”… an anecdote about restorative justice, from Andrew Leigh’s new book about randomised trials:
A house in suburban Canberra had been the target of multiple burglaries. For the sixth time, someone had broken in through a window and stolen items from the bedroom of the family’s nine-year-old son. But this time the culprit had been caught in the act. It was the nine-year-old boy from next door – nabbed with a pillowcase full of Lego.
When police officer Rudi Lammers was called to the scene, he decided not to simply follow the usual processes for dealing with young offenders. Instead, he sat down with the two nine-year-olds and asked the victim, “What do you think we should do?”
The reply surprised him.
“A science-fiction narrative imagining an alternate universe in which Donald Trump never became President: he’s just a regular guy in New York City.” These are good cartoons.
New Statesman asked novelist Mohsin Hamid, “Are we all doomed?”
Individually, yes. As a species, no. All of us, individually, are going to die. That is horrifying. But it opens up the potential for compassion. We can see that every other human being faces the same terrible fate as we do. And we can begin to treat each other accordingly. With greater sympathy. Human history is likely to be a slow, sometimes appalling, often faltering march towards a world where people treat each other better than in the past. Death can do us that one service. So have hope.
Just one person does five
Fencing, shooting, riding, running, and swimming
There are five, just for one person
But we’re guessing you don’t know much about
Nissin, a company that famously produces cup noodles and even more famously produces bizarre advertisements for cup noodles, has created a
monster mascot for Modern Pentathlon at the 2020 Tokyo Olympics: meet Pentaurus-kun.
If you miss Lucky Peach, the nearest available thing is Chang and Meehan’s documentary series about food culture, Ugly Delicious. I’ve only seen the pizza episode so far, but the New Yorker’s review has me looking forward to “Chang and a researcher feed[ing] Doritos to an assembled group of people who claim to have adverse reactions to the MSG in Chinese food”.
(Interestingly, in explaining Lucky Peach’s demise, Meehan blamed “friction” with Chang: “I think we just kind of collided in the last six months”; Chang refused to talk about it. I gather this was filmed before their collision.)
Facing a grilling about her staff — who are under investigation by the AFP over a hamfisted attempt to smear Bill Shorten — Michaelia Cash flipped out and made a hamfisted attempt to smear Bill Shorten’s female staff. Penny Wong heard about it, marched into the committee room, unloaded on Cash, and forced her to withdraw. (You need to see the video to fully appreciate how fearsome Wong can be.)
But what about the rumours Cash threatened to spread? The Guardian was baffled:
No one I have spoken to, or anyone in this office has spoken to, has any idea who or what she was talking about.
Over at the AFR, they had heard something:
As a minister in the former government, Mr Shorten was the subject of rumours spread by the Coalition that he had had an affair with a staffer called Shannon who became pregnant. The rumours persisted even though Shannon was male.