HeyJaredF*cking Capitalism
Historian Hannah Forsyth writes about capitalism, work, and higher education...and her personal project to overcome her work ethic addiction and f*ck capitalism one home grown vegetable at a time.
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“I've got a terminal disease, so I can stick my neck out” (opens the original)
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Trisha Pender, an AsPro in English lit at the University of Newcastle, has terminal cancer.I don’t know Trisha, but everything else I have learned in my 51 years of existence suggests to me that having terminal cancer pretty much sucks.F*cking Capitalism is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.<input class="email-input" name="email" tabindex="-1" type="em
Springtime for Labour (opens the original)
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It is spring! And geez, it isn’t mucking around. El Nino promises extremely hot weather this summer, so between painting1 we have been raking up leaves and readying the garden for a possible bushfire season.But right now the weather is perfect. I am sitting in the garden wearing summer (painting) clothes. I have NVIVO open and, between skimming annual reports to decide what to do with them, I am entering personnel data from gold rush Bank of NSW branches in the western district. The chickens are
When Money Mattered (opens the original)
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This week all the news services carried a story about the Dutch central bank shipping many, many tons of gold from the Mad King-led United States to the custody of cooler heads (well, cooling, we hope, after that very hot summer) in London.Thanks for reading F*cking Capitalism. Please subscribe! And share and invite others to subscribe too.<input class="button primary" type="subm
Histories of Capitalism in Aotearoa New Zealand (opens the original)
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Around a year and a half ago (I think), I found myself dropped off in an unlikely street near the brightly-lit industrial Port of Auckland by an airport shuttle bus driven by a man I could swear was Bob from Twin Peaks. I wheeled my little bag up the hill to find the keys to a dark house that I hoped wouldn’t house an axe murderer (it didn’t).F*cking Capitalism is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support
Taking gold over a cliff (opens the original)
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At the end of a glorious day hanging out at galleries, antique shops and the pub with friend and historian Matt Allen1 we walked to the station at Blackheath in the Blue Mountains for Matt to get the train back to the city. We were confronted with this glorious mural representing a bushranger named Govett, leaping off the cliff with gun in hand and bags of gold strapped to his horse. How gleeful is he? Ecstatic with ‘you’ll never catch me alive’ liberation - short-lived though (what with gravity
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