Tate is truly a “tumour that undoubtedly needs cutting out of the sociocultural body”.
YouTuber Leo Rex, a self-described “masculinity biohacker” who famously declared that he’s the “foremost expert in penis enlargement”, just mysteriously died.
The actor, who just completed his final outing as Bond in ‘No Time to Die’, revealed that he prefers to frequent gay bars, not for any reason that is obvious.
It is summer, and here in the Cape the long evenings nudge one in the direction of that most South African past time: the braai. Growing up, however, it was always beer around the braai and wine (white, nondescript, loaded with ice) in the kitchen. There was, of course, the exception in my French uncle for whom a glass of red wine is never far away. But beer was the norm. Beer dominates the braai. Is it some form of magnetic alliteration? Is beer that much better designed for smoke and charred meat? Do we still hold some outmoded idea that wine is for girls and beer is for boys? Or, possibly, is there some emasculation going on when a can is taken from the chief steak flipper and an elegant riedel glass subbed in?