Cruelty, like lying, repels instantly and easily because it is ugly.
As editors, we don’t own the paper, we merely take care of it for a year.
It’s the first weekend since the pubs opened and Sydney once again feels like the city I love.
We as students are able to set our own terms for journalism.
We will all soon have our own moments of catharsis.
It’s election season.
The modern day Honi is — for better or worse — a far more serious affair than back in the irreverant ‘heyday’ of the 90s.
Although recent days appear to be drowned in a sort of monotony, the last couple of months have also brought many firsts.
Honi is a time capsule.
The editorial for our Week 13 edition.