While men come under the catch-all term ‘Mr’, women are still being categorised by their age and marital status

Takeaway outlets that try to tempt us with healthy food are missing the point. For those of us old enough to know better, fast food is like a guaranteed warm, fatty hug from a long-lost friend

I know men who can handle scissors safely in the office so I’m pretty sure they can hand over a trophy and an envelope

Wallets and awful driver’s licence photos may become museum pieces, replaced by sci-fi technology, but we will end up missing reminders of our messy old lives, writes Myf Warhurst

The age-shaming of Madge is relentless and constant, like some kind of sport. Why should anyone be told to act their age when it comes to getting dressed?

The term was once used for temporary shops that could stay only a short while due to things like the lack of a functioning loo out back

The notorious reality television show is coming to Australia, but not everyone has the mettle for such a public torture-fest, especially when it could involve buckets of creepy crawlies

The tennis is back as the soundtrack to an Australian summer, but outdated expectations of ‘skirts for the ladies’ mean women are shorts-changed | Myf Warhurst

Feeling dismayed that 2015 has begun and failed to deliver any promised joy and rejuvenation? Here are some tips for surviving the new year period

Fights are everywhere, every day, in work and social media. There are no solutions, just angry people yelling at other angry people. Let’s take a holiday

Instead of firing off angry emails, it’s time to air our grievances ear to ear, just like we used to in 1994

Faced with a topical fancy dress code, Myf Warhurst wonders if any costume betters sums up the year than the Great Bum Moon of 2014?

PJ Harvey can be trusted to produce the good stuff, says Myf Warhurst, but when other arty types wax poetic, the results – and reviews – can be mixed

Bob Dylan has given one lucky TV presenter a one-on-one performance. But in an age of social media, are we ever truly alone, asks Myf Warhurst