Hahahaha. As an expat with a now fuller understanding of southern cuisine this is baffling to me too. Says the man whose entire high school rugby team scored multiple KFCs against a rubric on a rugby tour of Sydney.

Milo’s Family Kitchen. Done.

While we’re here… what’s with New Zealand’s obsession with Coke Zero over Diet Coke.

These are the questions I mull over in the wee hours of the morning.

Xanadu was in my Spotify Top 10 last year 🤣

I literally posted about this earlier in the week! Congrats on taking a big step and crossing that boundary that marks the true ex-pat…

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Also, the penguins win in all scenarios

So, to be clear: Yes, I drive a Tesla. No, I’m not Team Nazi. Our family deeply dislikes what’s happening on our lands—but sadly, that’s nothing new. We’ve felt that way since the first colonizers arrived. And just like before, we’ll resist and wait it out.
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Perhaps we can all pause, reflect, and consider the deeper injustices beneath superficial outrage. By acknowledging this shared humanity, maybe we can move closer to empathy and reconciliation.
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marginalized communities have faced for centuries.
Being dismissed or judged without consideration for one's individual humanity hurts profoundly. Yet, my intention isn’t to create division or deepen hostility. It's to foster understanding.
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- including her own ancestors. We know firsthand what it means to face systemic judgment and injustice. Here's the uncomfortable truth: Those quick to judge Tesla drivers might finally be getting a tiny glimpse into what Indigenous people and other
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being unfairly categorized and scorned. Sure, choosing a car is different from my skin color, but emotionally, the sting of unfair judgment feels painfully similar. My wife is Native American and a member of a California tribe—a state whose history includes profound injustices against natives
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I'm Indigenous, Māori to be exact, and my entire life I've been called racial slurs. Those moments of judgment and scorn based solely on who I am have left deep, lasting wounds. Strangely, now being judged for the car I drive triggers that same profound emotional hurt—
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I feel snow days are when somewhere, deep their spiritual DNA, our dogs remember they are Wolves.