For over 50 years…
…the Sydney Opera House has hosted folks who have brought indescribable magic to our planet.
Prince bewitched the ivories like a purple-cloaked wiz during his last ever Aussie tour. Dame Joan Sutherland flooded the Concert Hall with her supernatural trills. A Pope. A Dylan. A Mandela. Titans of spirit and art brought their messages of love, hope and beauty to this legendary place.
But on March 8, ugly will descend on the House.
Those famous Sails are set to be sullied by speakers spouting performative vitriol designed to divide, agitate and tar all men on Earth with the same grubby brush.
The Feminist Festival is returning for its 14th year of shock value rhetoric.
Billed as ‘…15+ thought-provoking conversations and events’, the Festival will explore the ‘issues that matter to women and their allies.’
Lovely. Let’s keep fuelling the battle, ladies, because that’s what the world needs now. More sensationalised blah starved of nuance.
One of the talks will focus on raising boys to avoid Andrew Tate-ish rabbit holes – assuming that all our sons are gullible alt-right-leaning zombies. Another event, Heterofatalism, will highlight the ‘rising belief that heterosexual relationships are flawed’ and ‘blow the lid off the embarrassment of boyfriends’.
Steering this chat will be a writer who boasts about sucking the oxygen out of any room she’s in and an academic who pens op eds titled, Boyfriends are cringe.
We’re in a crisis.
Our sons and brothers are being bombarded with an unrelenting narrative that paints them all as ineffectual, incompetent, embarrassing, predatory misogynists.
It’s a disturbing sideshow of inequality. And tickets are selling fast.
© Phyllis Foundis 2026