Since When did Having a Camera Become a Qualification?

When did pointing a phone at yourself become a public service?

Somewhere along the way, we started calling people “influencers” because “person who films themselves buying things/doing stuff” apparently didn’t sound impressive enough.

Now we’ve got people setting up tripods in busy walkways, making strangers wait while they get the perfect shot, and treating restaurant staff like unpaid extras in their personal television show. Dickhead, they’re trying to serve lunch. Move your fucking ring light.

Then there’s the manufactured excitement.

“SO many of you have asked about my skincare routine!”

Have they? Or has a company offered you money to hold a jar beside your face? Or like the guy yesterday, putting flies in the case and taking a photo.

Every product is life-changing. Every hotel is a dream. Every meal is “literally the best thing ever.” Until next Tuesday, when a different company pays for a fresh revelation.

And the entitlement. Asking a small business for free food in exchange for “exposure” takes some nerve. Try paying your electricity bill with exposure. See how long the lights stay on.

Yes, there are creators who are funny, talented and useful. They put work into something people enjoy. But the ones who confuse an audience with authority—and attention with importance—could do with a long afternoon away from their own reflection.

Having followers doesn’t make you an expert. Owning a microphone doesn’t make every thought worth broadcasting. And filming yourself doing a good deed doesn’t automatically make you a saint; sometimes it just makes the person receiving help part of your marketing.

Pay for your lunch. Buy your own moisturiser. Let strangers walk past.

The world will survive without the footage.

An Extra Fly, a Bloody Big Responsibility

What a fucking irresponsible way to treat someone’s livelihood.

Food creator Julzyy reportedly admitted that an AI tool added an extra fly to an image used in his review of Kings Fresh Burek. Fuckwit. Everyone wants to be an influencer! Fuck!

He maintains his original complaint was genuine. The family disputes what the original footage shows.

Here’s my problem: once you know your image contains something that wasn’t there, you cannot expect people to trust it as evidence. Correct it clearly. Give that correction the same prominence as the accusation.

People absolutely have the right to criticise a food business. Small businesses aren’t above scrutiny. But reviewers deserve scrutiny too, especially when their posts can put customers off walking through the door.

An apology means very little if you still brush aside the seriousness of publishing altered material. Someone else has to deal with the consequences long after viewers have scrolled on.

Behind that counter are people paying bills, working early mornings and trying to keep their business going. They deserve accuracy.

If you want the influence that comes with an audience, grow up and accept the bloody responsibility.

You Don’t Have to Like Politicians...

I’m not mad on politicians. But reading what happened to Helen Haines made me feel bloody sick.

A woman went to work and suffered injuries so horrific that both her legs had to be amputated. Her family, her staff and everyone who rushed to help now have to live with what happened outside her electorate office.

Nobody should need reminding that politicians are human beings. They have families. They have lives outside the arguments, headlines and parliamentary bullshit. Taking public office does not mean signing away your right to come home safely.

The circumstances of the alleged attack are before the courts. But there is nothing complicated about this principle: no grievance, political or otherwise, gives anyone the right to inflict violence on another person.

The candlelight vigils around Australia were a welcome show of compassion. People coming together for Helen and her family, regardless of how they vote.

You can dislike a politician. You can criticise their decisions, challenge their policies and vote them out. That’s democracy.

A woman losing both her legs should horrify every one of us. She shouldn’t have to be someone you voted for before you give a damn.

Cost of Living

It sucks.

How Much More Are People Supposed to Take?

What the hell is going on? I’m looking at the reports from France and wondering how many more people have to march through the streets before governments understand that being able to afford your life is a fairly basic fucking expectation.

The protests over living costs and public services have descended into violence in places. Shops damaged, buildings burning, people hurt. And somewhere underneath the smoke are people who wanted to say something perfectly reasonable: we cannot keep doing this. We cannot keep paying more and having less.

I understand that anger. Here in Australia, you can do the sensible things, watch your spending, cut back, shop carefully, and still feel as though you’re going backwards. Groceries, electricity, insurance, housing. Every bill arrives wanting a bigger piece of money that was already accounted for. What exactly are we supposed to cut next? Eating? Heating? Having a bloody roof?

My house had doubled in value over the last 11 years. Doubled! I barely managed to buy it! How are kids supposed to buy a house? Live in it? That's assuming they can get and keep a job that AI is barking up the tree beneath them...

And please spare me another lecture about budgeting. A budget tells you where the money goes. It doesn’t magically produce enough of it. There is something deeply insulting about telling people to manage their money better when they’re already standing in a supermarket putting things back.

Then Trump weighs in, blaming immigration. How convenient to have a ready-made target whenever something goes wrong. I’d like to hear rather more about how people are supposed to afford food, fuel and somewhere to live. A scapegoat won’t pay the electricity bill.

I don’t support burning somebody’s business or destroying public buildings. Some poor bastard loses their livelihood, workers lose shifts, and the repair bill lands somewhere. But condemning the destruction cannot be the entire response. The people marching peacefully still deserve an answer when the streets have been swept.

That’s what bothers me. The cameras will move on. The speeches will finish. People will go home to the same unpaid bills and the same dread of the next one.

We are asking for an ordinary life with a little breathing room. Enough to cover the essentials without feeling sick every time an envelope arrives. Perhaps even enough left to enjoy being alive.

If governments cannot understand why that matters, they need to spend less time explaining the economy to us and more time listening to the people trying to survive in it.