When Angel Brooks arrived in Summer Bay with plaits in her hair and a white lace dress I was still in high school. That was a long time ago.
When after losing her husband Shane and hooking up with a bloke called Simon Angel headed off to London to live happily ever after it was still 1996. 1996! It’s a common phenomenon that many of us think the 90s were just last week, but 1996 was in fact 16 years ago.
Melissa George’s spoiled, undignified, outburst on the set of the Morning Show has made her look like an incredibly pretentious, ungrateful, croissant scoffing wanker.
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A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing. The ‘Kylie effect’ – when women rushed to get checked for breast cancer after Ms Minogue was diagnosed with it in 2005 – was a perfect example of that.
Here’s how it goes: Young Kylie talks about her cancer. Women everywhere rush to get tested thanks to the hyperawareness created and some lives are saved. Kylie gets awarded a doctorate for her work promoting breast cancer awareness
But other women are unnecessarily exposed to radiation or given invasive treatment because of ‘false positives’ – an imperfect system accidentally finds they have cancer, but they don’t. Younger women flock to get tested, although age is the biggest risk factor.
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Monday after Mardi Gras is busy in the House of Priscilla costume hire store on Sydney’s Oxford Street.
Customers traipse in to drop off their outfits, many still bleary-eyed after 48 hours of partying. Word is, this year’s Mardi Gras was a good one, even if American drag queen RuPaul was a letdown. But there’s one thing every gay man on Oxford St agrees with: Kylie Minogue stole the show.
Kylie appeared at her third Mardi Gras this year, performing a half hour set at 2am at the post-parade party. The crowd loved her. She loved them. And why wouldn’t she? The 43 year old has pretty much built her entire career around pleasing her gay constituency.
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Welcome to this week’s I Call Bullshit, a regular column looking at spin and shenanigans, skulduggery and pseudoscience. This week we’re having a crack at Kylie Minogue’s honorary doctorate.
A UK university has awarded the Singing Budgie a doctorate in singing. Pardon? Did you say it wasn’t for singing? For music? No? Health Sciences?! Are you serious?
A doctorate is the highest academic degree in any branch of knowledge. So you’d want to be quite… knowledgeable, wouldn’t you?
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