We can't survive solo, even if we're not in the wilderness.
No longer can we tolerate this quiet, almost silent and slow speaking horde. We must fight back and reclaim our rights to be outspoken, loud, interruptive and expressive.
I lost my hair young -- in my early twenties. When I tell people, they often react as if I've told them the love of my life died on our honeymoon. I did finally shave my head on our honeymoon, after hopelessly trying to convince myself that my wife wouldn't notice my thinning hairline just long enough to marry me.
I don't turn 40 for another six years, but I thought I would get a head start on my mid-life crisis and take up cycling. A few weeks in and I can understand its appeal.
Every weekend, in suburban backyards across Australia, a silent massacre continues. Most of us don't even know it's happening, or maybe we just don't care enough to pay attention.