An Open Letter to Rocket

This open letter was originally featured in PASTEL Magazine Issue #3. You can buy a copy of the latest issue (as well as the previous two issues) here, and you can stalk their Instagram here


Literally the grossest thing in existence. Not safe for children under the age of 99. 

Dear Rocket,
There are few things in this world that prove the devil is real and wants to punish us.
UTIs, the garbage island in the Pacific Ocean, and sitting near small children on long-haul flights are all testaments to the fact we live in a deeply flawed world. But there exists an evil far more sinister and malevolent than the child in Row 17. I refer, of course, to the most insidious evil of them all: you.

Rocket (aka arugula/colewort/Lucifer’s anal hairs), a leaf by any other name would still make me gag. Rather than confine yourself from humanity, you typically infest salads or assert yourself as a garnish on far superior foods. For too long, I have struggled to articulate the sheer brutality of your tangy flavour. The phrases ‘desiccated testicle’ and ‘if gastroenteritis was a vegetable’ came to mind, but these insufficiently captured just how awful you truly are (as well as taint the good name of testicles everywhere).

I have spent countless hours extracting your leaves from otherwise delicious dishes, to the point where many innocent sandwiches have come to resemble homicide scenes or works by Jackson Pollock. These mutilations are an unfortunate side effect of living in a world where chefs insist on tainting dinner parties and brunch dates with your vulgar shade of gangrene.
There is a special place in Hell for people who genuinely enjoy eating you: it’s next to the people who grow you. I wish that NASA could take every one of your species, put you all on a spaceship (the only kind of rocket that serves a purpose) and launch it directly into the sun.

If nothing else, our relationship has taught me that you can judge someone’s character based on what they pick out of their salad. I dream of a future where my children and my grandchildren will look at you as I would regard polio and the Black Death: bygone scourges of history. May you be banished from every restaurant, cafe, food truck and supermarket. Take thy leaves from out my salad and remove thy form off my goddamn planet.

Vivienne Coburn

What Your Favourite Easter Treat Says About You

Whether you truly believe that Jesus was the reason for the season or whether you believe that Jesus (had he been resurrected) was a zombie, there’s no denying that the best thing about Easter is the abundance of cheap chocolate. However, your favourite form of choccy egg says a lot about you as a person. No egg-aggerating here.


Humpty Dumpty: My mum still folds my undies.

Lindt Gold Bunny: I would never use toilet paper that was less than 3-ply. Don’t you know who I am?

Chocolate Bunnies That Aren’t Lindt: I’m still convinced that Shannon Noll was robbed.

Cadbury Creme Egg: If caramel frappuccinos aren’t a legitimate form of coffee, I don’t want to know what is.

Chocolate Bilby: I’m not willing to go vegan, but I’d like to remind you that land clearing and global warming are really crucifying the planet right now. If you eat a chocolate bunny, you’re a terrible person.

Darrell Lea Nougat: Hey, pull my finger.

Cadbury Dairy Milk Bag: I’m lying to myself when I say that I’m only eating one of these at a time. The whole bag will be gone in an hour.

Dairy-free/vegan chocolate: I think that there’s something misunderstood about people who eat dirt.

No Chocolate This Year, I’m on a Diet: I used to know how to have fun.

Hot Cross Buns With Sultanas: There’s a 90% chance that I’m convinced that the Earth is flat.


If you’d like to insist that vegan chocolate doesn’t taste like dirt, or if you eat Lindt bunnies and think you’re tough enough to live with 2-ply paper, let me know. Also, if you’re doing anything interesting for Easter, I’d also love to know.

Much love (and Happy Good Friday),
Pear and Ivy x

The Hiatus (and a note on grief)

Some of you might have noticed that I’ve been AWOL for a little while on Pear and Ivy, and some of you might have already migrated to another (inferior but consistent) blog. While most of my absence can be attributed to laziness, I should also mention that there’s been a lot on my plate lately.

  • I’ve just started my last semester of uni.
  • I’ve been working on other projects (personal essays, short stories and a debut novel).
  • My cat recently passed away and it was like the universe punched me in the guts.

While studying doesn’t really take up most of my time, dealing with other writing projects and grief really has.

Most lifestyle bloggers/vloggers are quick to talk about things such as the best places to get a cocktail or how to KonMari your summer wardrobe, but next to none will talk about the lifestyle choices that really aren’t a choice: death and dealing with grief. I’m not sure why they don’t, very few people can avoid death, so it doesn’t make sense not to write articles like ‘How to Comfort A Grieving Friend’ in a matter that doesn’t have the charisma of a WikiHow article. Grief, as a personal thing, is tricky. It’s something we can experience multiple times and still not know how to navigate. You have your days when you reckon you’re OK, and then the next day you’re probably not.

It’s also been hard writing anything because I tend to lose focus really easily. I can churn out a first chapter or a section of dialogue quite easily, but then when I come back to it later, I run away and start a new project. So far, my writing To Do List consists of:

  • Debut novel
  • Essay on grief
  • Essay on the history of funerals
  • Essay on feminism
  • Short story

No idea on when I’ll actually finish any of those projects because even the first drafts are ‘works in progress.’ It’s hard to provide evidence that I do actually write things that aren’t assignments or feature articles.

I’ll be going to Sydney for a few days tomorrow, so if you’d like any blog posts about anything related to that, just let me know. Or if you actually want any kind of grief advice, I’ll give it a go.

Much love,
Pear and Ivy xxxx

Summer Skincare Essentials

The season of sunburn is upon us. When you live in Queensland (aka, the skin cancer state), it’s important to prepare yourself for the heat and the merciless UV rays.
This post features the basic skin care essentials to get you through the summer. And if they aren’t already part of your daily skincare routine, get cracking!


Taking proper sun safety precautions is something that the cool kids are already doing. But the even cooler kids take a small bottle of sunscreen with them so that they can reapply throughout the day.

TIP: Put on a zinc-based sunscreen about 15-20 minutes before you go outside so that it can actually, ya know, work.


Non-comedogenic moisturisers are already a basic skincare essential, but they’re invaluable during summer. In the heat and humidity, your skin needs to breathe and not feel suffocated by thick layers of moisturiser.
Every skin type suits a different moisturiser, but my personal recommendations include the Effaclar Duo Plus from La Roche-Posay, Clean and Clear Essentials Moisturiser, Hydro Moisturiser with Vitamin C by Mario Badescu, and Very Useful Face Cream from Go-To Skincare.

TIP: Coconut oil is not an adequate facial moisturiser. Leave it in the bin where it belongs.

SPF Lip Balm
Lips are also susceptible to UV damage and sunburns, so it’s definitely worth investing in a lip balm with SPF to keep yourself kissable.

BB Cream
Keeping your makeup simple during summer is important. Going out with a full face of primer + foundation + powder + mascara + et cetera, is an instant death sentence. But on the third day, God created the BB cream and He thought it was an absolute lifesaver. He put it on with a bit of mascara and a nice dress and was ready to go out for brunch with the girls.

Vitamin C Serum
All serums are good serums, but for that perfect glowy radiance, Vitamin C serums are the way to go during summer. Apply over clean skin twice a day, before putting on any moisturiser or sunscreen.

If you’re not constantly necking down water, you’re not cool and can’t sit with us. Take a water bottle with you when you go outside, swap soft drinks for water, and always drink water after exercising. Your skin will thank you.


Aloe Vera
Sometimes we forget to put on sunscreen and turn into Burn-ie Sanders (ba dum tssh). That’s where aloe vera comes in handy. Buy several gallons of this invaluable green goo.

There’s something mysterious and sexy about people who wear sunglasses. Maybe it’s because we can’t see their eyes or maybe it’s just because there’s nothing sexier than protecting your eyes, but the power of sunnies is irrefutable.

Other essentials that you’ll need this summer include a good book, a functioning air-conditioner, and another good book in case you finish the first one.

Much love,
Pear and Ivy xx

30 Before 30: the Pear and Ivy bucket list

When it comes to setting goals, I tend to focus on creating short-term, easily achievable goals. I tend to lose focus before I come close to sorting out my long-term goals.
But there are a few things that I know that I definitely want to do with my life, and rather than just dawdle through the world, I thought it’d be good to make a proper bucket list of things that I want to get done by the time I’m 30.
I’ll be turning 21 this year, so that’s nine years to complete this list. Yes, I could do these things at any point in my life, but I’d rather get things done while I’m still full of energy and impulsive ideas. Stuff will probably change as I get older and learn new things, but these are the things (at the moment) that I know I definitely want to achieve before I turn 30.

Travel anywhere and everywhere!
I’ve never been sure about the things that you’re supposed to be certain about (career, marriage, family), but the only certainty that I have is that I want to see more of the world. I’d really love to go to places like Scotland, Germany, New Zealand, Hawaii, Italy, Egypt, Ireland, Denmark and Japan, but I’d honestly be open to going anywhere!

Take the Great Ocean Road trip
Australia is chockers with beautiful places and weird animals (looking at you, cassowaries), so it makes sense to see some of these epic things. I’ve always heard that Great Ocean Road is stunning, so I’m really keen to get down to Victoria and check it out!

Donate blood
I’ve signed up to be an organ donor, but why stop there? Why not do something small that could make a big difference in someone else’s life?

Finish writing 2 novels
At this present moment, I’ve yet to finish the draft of my debut novel. But I’d like to believe that I won’t just stop at one novel, I’ll knock out at least one more before my fingers are riddled with arthritis.

Swim with sharks
Anyone who’s anyone knows that I am madly in love with sharks (especially tiger sharks). So I’d like to get in the water with them someday and have a paddle. Whether I swim with tiger sharks in the Bahamas or alongside the whale sharks near Exmouth, I’d be thrilled to do this!


Get a tattoo
Someday, I’d like to get ‘Tutankhamun’ in hieroglyphics to commemorate my beloved cat. Having considered this tattoo for quite some time, I like to think that I won’t regret it when I’m 197 and the tramp of the nursing home (unless I get it on my forehead…).

Climb up the Eiffel Tower
I’m still kicking myself for not going to the top of the Eiffel Tower when I went to Paris in 2014.

Make creme brulee (successfully)
I love cooking (and eating the final results). But the one thing that I can never cook is creme brulee. The last time I attempted to make it, the creme brulee had the taste and consistency of candle wax.

Adopt a cat
While I wish that my cat could be immortal, I know that at some stage he will go to Feline Valhalla. So someday I’d like to open my heart and home to a cat who needs it.


Go blonde
Right now, I’m the hottest new member of the Redhead Club. But having been a brunette all my life, I know that I need to take the plunge someday and go blonde!

Try calligraphy
My handwriting is feral. Even doctors look at my handwriting and wince. So all those cute videos of calligraphy have made me decide to give it a go. It’d be nice to have some form of handwriting that isn’t completely atrocious.


Learn a language.
Not fluently, but just be able to speak it and not sound like a weirdo.

Plant a tree
It’s important to make a positive difference in this world. And even if I don’t become famous or solve poverty, at least in this smallest and simplest of ways I would have made a positive contribution to the grand scheme of things.

Go to an opera
I love getting dressed up to go to plays and musicals. But I’ve never been to an opera and I feel like I’m missing out on something. I went to a ballet once and it was boring, so if you’ve been to an opera, can you tell me if it’s any good?

Go to Les Deux Moulins (the cafe in Amelie)
Another thing that I failed to do in Paris was to visit the cafe that is featured in my all-time favourite movie. This bucket list has me wondering if I actually did anything when I was in France?

Learn how to do a smoky eye (and actually do it)
Having been in a consistent Goth phase for the past 13 years, it’s confusing as to why I’ve never worn a smoky eye. So I’d like to get out of my Cleopatra eyeliner rut and try some other look that says ‘I HATE EVERYONE!’

See the Great Barrier Reef (before it dies)
I’ve never met someone who said: “I went to the Great Barrier Reef and it was a boring crock of shit.” Not only is the GBR ecologically invaluable and worth protecting, it’s also incredibly beautiful and well worth going to see.

Write more letters to people
In this world of emails and tagging friends in memes, it’s too easy to forget the joy of receiving a hand-written letter or a postcard. So I’d like to be able to pass that kind of thrill around to people.

Go on a holiday with my squad
Many bucket lists suggest that one should ‘travel alone.’ HELL NAH. As much as I love getting quality ‘me time,’ travelling is something that I need to do with at least one other person. And nothing says #ultimatesquadgoals quite like travelling with your girls.


Stay overnight somewhere haunted
None of my squad would probably do this with me (boo), but if I find someone crazy enough, then we’re finding somewhere haunted and staying there through the night. And hopefully, we won’t get murdered by a ghost.

Get a hammock/swinging chair thing
I’ve wanted one of these fuckers since I was a kid. They look like they’d make a great reading nook.

Attend Dia de Los Muertos 
Halloween is for basic bitches, Dia de Los Muertos is where it’s at. The pictures that I see of Dia de Los Muertos festivals look incredibly beautiful and exciting.

Have a dedicated book room in my house
This step requires me to actually get my shit together and move out of my Mum’s house. But the thought of a whole room full of books (and maybe that hammock chair) is super tempting. One day I’d like to actually achieve that.

Go to a wine and painting class
Lord knows what kind of shenanigans would happen when Drunk Viv meets paint, but time will only tell.

Try fencing/salsa dancing
There’s no strong motive for me to do this, other than the simple reason: “why not?”

Buy myself sunflowers
I hate getting flowers from people but for some weird reason, I like the idea of buying my own.

Meet someone famous
I’ve met/come super close to a few famous Australians in my time (Kate Miller-Heidke, Bindi Irwin, Yassmin Abdel-Magied, Kanen Breen, Pauline Hanson…), but none of them is famous with a capital F.


Get a nose piercing 
Yet another thing my family would kill me for, but IT’S MY GODDAMN NOSE, AND I WILL DO WHAT I WANT.

Buy more ethical clothing (no polyester, no supporting companies who use child labour) 
Too often, I buy clothes from companies that either exploit children or are not ecologically sustainable. So I’d like to start making more wise choices when I buy clothes and invest more in the quality of things that I do buy.

Give more support to causes that I believe in
I’d like to get involved with more protests, donate to more grassroots charities and write more letters to politicians. The world has never found any kind of change from people who sit on their arse and remain complacent.

In short, I think I just want to see more of the world, experience more things and make a difference for the environment whenever I can.

Much love,
Pear and Ivy xx

2017: the pear-y good year

Every year consists of 365 opportunities to do something awesome… or just sit down on the couch and do absolutely nothing. I tried to make it a healthy balance between both things this year, and I like to think that the results speak for themselves.

This is a little snippet of some of the more eventful things to happen to me this year. If you’ve made it this far, keep going, there’s pictures!

Roadtrip through NSW (well, some of it)
In January, my boyfriend™ and I went on a road trip along the north coast of New South Wales. We saw dolphins at Yamba, watched the sun rise over Byron Bay and checked out some waterfalls at Dorrigo National Park. It was a really great road trip, and I do like going on adventures with this weirdo.


Byron Bay Lighthouse, just as the sun was rising.

Map of Tasmania
If you’re a cool person, you definitely saw my photos on Instagram of my trip to Tasmania. My pro-tip, if you’re thinking of visiting Tassie, skip Hobart.
That’s right. Skip the capital city, there is genuinely nothing seriously interesting to see in Hobart, other than the museums.
I never wrote a more comprehensive post about my trip to Tasmania (could’ve, should’ve, didn’t), but I can tell you that the smaller towns are more interesting and better to visit. Port Arthur, Launceston, and Richmond are just a few of the best places in Tassie to check out.

Thought my cat was going to die
I don’t have a ‘fur baby,’ I have a ‘fur senior citizen.’ Even though he’s really cute and the best damn thing in the universe, I’ve still been very paranoid about the idea of him passing away.
So it was worrying when he started exhibiting some sketchy symptoms. I took Tutc to the vet yesterday, where he was diagnosed with constipation.
That’s right.
Having been so scared that he might have cancer or kidney failure, I was so relieved with his diagnosis that I burst out laughing.

8 Word Story
I’m a writer (sometimes). And it’s always exciting when I write something and people (other than my mum*) read it. So when I submitted some stories to the Queensland Writer’s Centre for their 8 Word Story competition, I was really stoked when one of them was displayed on billboards throughout Brisbane for the general public to read.

Saw some great shows
I’ve nourished my need for culture and sophistication by going to see the following shows and concerts:

  • Single Asian Female and Lady Beatle (La Boite Theatre Company)
  • Matilda, Russell Howard, and Kate Miller-Heidke (QPAC)
  • Amanda Palmer (Melt Festival @ Brisbane Powerhouse)

In June, I’ll finally finish my Arts degree and graduate! No other plans have been made for 2018 thus far, but I’m hoping that it’ll be another exciting year that’s full of hectic shenanigans. Ideally, it’ll also be the year that I actually finish working on my debut novel, but we’ll see what my naturally lazy mindset has to say about that.

If you’ve got any interesting New Years resolutions, or if you’re doing anything exciting for New Year’s Eve, leave a cheeky comment.

Much love,
Pear and Ivy xx

* This is a blatant lie as my mum probably only reads 28% of the things that I actually write.

The Pear and Ivy Book Club (December)

With Hanukkah/Christmas just around the corner, there’s nothing better than curling up with a good book and ignoring things like gift wrapping and spending time with your loved ones (sorry Mum). Here are some of the books that I’ll be reading throughout the December/Hanukkah period (or late November if I’m impatient).



Here are some of the people I will actively ignore this month in favour of reading books


Smoke Gets In Your Eyes: And Other Lessons From The Crematorium – Caitlin Doughty
I’ve been addicted to Doughty’s YouTube channel ‘Ask a Mortician‘ since October, so I was incredibly stoked to find that she had written a book. Smoke Gets In Your Eyes is a memoir about coming face to face with death and exploring attitudes towards death and dying. All future corpses should give this a read.

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
One of my closest friends recommended this book to me, and when I read the blurb I was considerably intrigued. The Curious Incident of the Obnoxiously Long Title promises to be a unique and intriguing murder-mystery novel, so I’m pretty keen to dive in and read this.

Homo Deus – Yuval Noah Harari
After reading Harari’s brilliant debut work Sapiens in November, I feel compelled to learn even more about the human race and what the future might reveal for us. Homo Deus has received excellent reviews from critics, so this should be an excellent read. If you haven’t read Sapiens, get onto it. Sapiens reveals fascinating insights into how the human race has developed throughout history.

If any of these books are ones that you would genuinely consider reading next month, let me know! Book discussions are the best discussions IMO, and I’d love to make the Pear and Ivy Book Club a recurring thing. And if you’ve got a book that you’d love to recommend, please leave a juicy comment.

Much love,
Pear and Ivy x

NOTE: Some of the pictures used in this post aren’t mine, so just be aware of that. But you should definitely follow Caitlin Doughty on Instagram because she makes really cool posts! 

On Not Graduating (Yet)

In my first year of uni, I failed a subject and it’s reshuffled the natural order of uni-related things. So I won’t be graduating from this Arts degree until 2018, and the sad part is that I won’t be graduating alongside most of my friends and colleagues. When they graduate, I won’t be up there with them, wearing the weird hat and holding the expensive piece of paper. I’ve been aware of this for a while, but the reality has only just kicked me in the guts.


I know that life’s not a race, but it’s hard to not feel that way. I imagine that I’m at the starting line, the gun’s fired, everyone else is already miles ahead… and I’m still getting my joggers on. And it’s hard not to feel the need to be competitive, especially when it looks like everyone else you know seems to be winning the Life Race:
“Sandra is onto her third Nobel Prize.”
“Your cousin Bethany-Rae is only 3 and she’s found the cure for pancreatic cancer.”
“I’m engaged to my personal trainer and we’ve taught 35 blind kids how to read.” For a while, my coping mechanism has to been to find the bad thing in Sandra’s life in order to boost my own ego. Sure, Sandra might have three Nobel Prizes, but she’s jealous of her friend Ethel, who has five Nobel Prizes.

While it feels like balance has been restored to the universe because Sandra secretly feels inadequate, it’s not the healthiest way to live my life. I’m sure there are people out there who can boast about how being competitive has worked for them, but it’s proven for me to be really unhealthy. It’s a toxic way to live life if the only reason you try to improve yourself is to be better than your friends: Gavin and Sharon have such a great relationship, so I need my relationship with Barry to be better than theirs. I need to be a better dentist than Karen. I don’t even like being a dentist, but I’ve gotta destroy her at something. 

You can’t get ahead in life if your plan is to run at someone else’s pace or to be The Next (Insert Name Here). There’s no true satisfaction in being The Next Beyonce or The Next Cate Blanchett, and you can only set yourself up for inadequacy. By being ‘The Next Cate Blanchett,’ you’ve removed any potential for you to be better than Cate Blanchett.
I can’t be The Next Harper Lee, but I can be The First Vivienne Coburn. And the great thing about being The First at something is that no one else (except the toddlers on YouTube who can play Beethoven on every instrument) is ever going to be better than you at what you do. It sounds super lame and utterly corny, but it’s the truth. Hopefully, I’ll remember it when I finish things next year, and when I finally get to wear the stupid hat at the end of 2018.

If you think I should write fewer self-righteous rant posts and stick to food reviews, or if you think I should move to Wagga Wagga to start an apple farm, let me know by leaving a cheeky comment.

Much love,
Pear and Ivy x


Crimson Nights: Band Profile and Gig Review

Crimson Nights is a Brisbane based funk rock band. The members of Crimson Nights met through their Bachelor of Music course at QUT, and they have since developed into one of Brisbane’s coolest emerging bands. Crimson Nights aim to excite and delight their audiences by playing the very best funk rock music, with a dash of heavy rock and some grunge undertones. It’s a unique combination that has worked to make Crimson Nights memorable. Inspired by some of the biggest names in the alternative rock and funk music scene (Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Franz Ferdinand, Muse, Arctic Monkeys and Stevie Nicks, to name a few), audiences at a Crimson Nights gig can expect to hear a mix of covers as well as some of their own original songs.


Last month, Crimson Nights were the headlining act at The Milk Factory Take Over in West End. The Milk Factory is not only a great place to relax with a craft beer and a parmigiana, but it’s also a prime destination to check out some of Brisbane’s most incredible live music acts. Crimson Nights were supported by Kriza & Roy Music and Archogenus. Archogenus delivered a range of relaxed acoustic guitar covers, while Kriza & Roy performed an incredible set of original songs, with piano ballads, electronic pop and acoustic songs included in their setlist.

Crimson Nights kicked things off with their electrifying cover of Franz Ferdinand’s ‘Take Me Out,’ which is always a crowd favourite at their gigs. This was followed by their original song ‘Boys Don’t Marry,’ which featured some incredible guitar licks from guitarist Beau Simpson, and followed by a great cover of the iconic ‘Danny California’ from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Other standout original songs that followed included their soulful rock ballads ‘Fire Water’ and ‘I Still Believe in Love,’ with pulsing punk rock songs ‘City of Love’ and ‘XTC’ featuring dynamic and intense vocals from lead singer Jess Keble. Another standout original song was ‘Charismatic Man,’ which featured intense beats from drummer Saul Saragossi and bassist Mitch McLaurie. Crimson Nights finished the show with an epic, soulful rendition of Muse’s ‘Feeling Good.’

As well as gaining further popularity in the Brisbane music scene, Crimson Nights are also set to release their debut EP in the coming months. For more information about their upcoming gigs, you can follow the official Crimson Nights Facebook and Twitter pages, or you can check out their website to listen to some demo tracks from their upcoming EP.


Some Thoughts From Me

It’s been some time since I’ve written anything. But I want to write this because the furore over the same-sex plebiscite is driving me insane. The conversation surrounding the plebiscite has been hurtful to the people of the LGBT community and their families. The amount of money being spent on the plebiscite is money that would be better spent on helping the environment (we could probably buy a whole new Great Barrier Reef for $122 million). And above all things, the plebiscite does not promise to legalise same-sex marriage. If the majority of Australian voters say ‘yes,’ the only thing the government will do is pitch to Parliament the idea of changing the Marriage Act (as opposed to actually changing it). However, if the majority of voters say ‘no,’ the issue will be dismissed and Parliament will resume its job of doing nothing productive for this country.


This does not mean that our opinions and voices are any less important. If anything, the ‘yes’ votes will encourage parliamentary discussion. Voting ‘no’ only means that the issue of same-sex marriage is swept back under the rug. Even if you’re opposed to same-sex marriage, I’d ask you to consider voting ‘yes’ just to encourage parliamentarians to stop avoiding the issue and actually talk about it.
Of course, I’m not voting ‘yes’ purely because I want the MPs to get off their ass and do something. I’m voting yes for several reasons:

I’m voting yes because I want the government to acknowledge the relationships of LGBT couples as valid. They should be able to receive the same financial and legal protections that come with marriage and not one of those flakey civil unions that aren’t federally recognised.

I’m voting yes because legalising same-sex marriage isn’t going to be a gateway to legalising things like paedophilia and incest. In Australia, sexual conduct can legally only take place between consenting adults. It is unlikely that the age of consent will change. Also, you can be sent to prison for incest and registered as a sex offender. You can no longer be sent to prison for being gay.

I’m voting yes because God isn’t real enough to be offended by same-sex marriage. Besides, He has other things that I’d prefer Him to focus on (such as stopping child sexual abuse in His own religious institutions and defeating those evil bastards who eat shellfish).

I’m voting yes because the primary function of marriage shouldn’t be about having kids. The relationships and lives of childless couples (or childless people) shouldn’t be any less meaningful because they don’t have kids. If this is the case, let me just crawl back into the Dark Ages and end my meaningless life.

I’m voting yes because I don’t believe children ‘deserve a mother and a father.’ It’s crazy that this is even something people are concerned about. Would you tell a child with an abusive father/mother that this was the parental unit they deserved? If anything, children deserve a family that loves them and treats them with respect. Children don’t specifically require a mother and a father in order to be a functioning member of society. I challenge all those opposed to same-sex marriage to look a single mother in the eye and tell her that she’s not looking out for her child’s best interests by being single. Had anyone said that to my mother (who spent most of my childhood as a single parent), she would have rightfully torn them to shreds.

I’m voting yes because I genuinely can’t see marriage as being a Sacred Contract For The Rest of Your Life™, let alone a sacred contract exclusively for heterosexual couples. If the sanctity of marriage is so profound and mysterious, why aren’t conservatives campaigning to make adultery illegal? Why was it OK for Kim Kardashian to casually call it quits after 72 days of living under the Sacred Contract?

I truly want to see my LGBT friends get married to the people that they love. I want to go to their fabulous weddings. I want to see them raise functioning children (mostly to spite the conservative naysayers). I want my LGBT friends to get married in this sunburnt country and I’m sick of conservative politicians dodging the issue.