Thought Leader was recently named as the forum where “most analytic discussion of sexual violence” was taking place by the Tshwaranang Legal Advocacy Centre, which recently conducted a study on the reporting of sexual violence in South Africa. Preliminary findings of the report were released in November to coincide with the 16 days of activism,…
The ANC Youth League is going to call for the closure of Twitter. Or, the “closer”, as it is written in their press release, but let’s not get too hung up on spelling. They are, after all, very upset, so a few errors are bound to creep in. Why? Because a few rogue internet users,…
The Easter weekend is coming up, and that means it’s time for music festivals. If you’re in KZN, or willing to travel there from wherever else you may be, you will be able to attend Splashy Fen, officially (apparently) the oldest music festival in the country. It turns 20 this year, and, if the universe…
I am always fascinated by what one can find taking place in abandoned parts of the city into the early hours of the morning. Last Friday we braved the seedier parts of the city to see Jim Neversink at Belavista in Bertrams. Normally the idea of a gig in a venue with a 360ยบ view…
Despite the fact that I devoted a large portion of my studies to the creation of fantasy worlds and made-up stories, be it in art, film or theatre, looking at the processes and analysing the results, I am a total junkie when it comes to films and books that are firmly rooted in reality. I…
Lux Interior, the singer of seminal psychobilly act the Cramps, died on last night. He survived a few death rumours in his time, but this one has turned out to be true. He was 62. A full article can be found here: http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2009/feb/05/lux-interior-the-cramps-dies It is a strange feeling when one is faced with the reality…
It was almost a year and a half ago that, after months of travelling between Jo’burg and Durban with little more than my dancing shoes and a toothbrush, I packed everything that mattered to me into my little car, drove up the hill, and made Jo’burg my home. I don’t know what I was expecting….
In Durban, it’s always green. In summer, in spring, in autumn, even in winter when the rest of the world dries out to become a dull, brownish grey. It’s also never really cold. Even the chilliest nights pale in comparison to some of the cooler nights that are already setting in here in Jo’burg. That’s…
Like almost everyone I know, I braved the sun, the heat, the mud, a sea of emo kids, dodgy food stalls, dodgier loos and all the other delights that characterised this year’s My Cokefest just so that I could see Muse. I had heard reports from friends that their live show had to be seen…
The irritating new Coke slogan has been buzzing around my head for a week now, since having it rammed down my throat repeatedly at the My Cokefest press conference, and then the next day at the actual festival. There is very little that upsets me more than aggressive commercial marketing (on this sort of enormous…
