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DEBATE MAGAZINE ISSUE 08 THEME: NOSTALGIA EDITOR Sam Clark ASSOCIATE EDITOR Vivien Whyte FEATURE WRITER Petra Shotwell LIFESTYLE AND CULTURE WRITER Briar Pomana CHIEF NEWS REPORTER Justin Hu NEWS WRITER David Williams CONTRIBUTORS Liam Hansen, Ethan Berry, Stella Roper, Lucia Hu GRAPHIC DESIGNER Charlie Ratahi McFarland ILLUSTRATOR Yi Jong SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER Zainab Mustafa ADVERTISING Jesse Jones jesse.jones@autsa.org.nz PRINTER Nicholson Print Solutions

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From the Editor

AUT stands by their accommodation and mental health services, despite wellbeing report findings

The borders are open again - but where are international students?

AUTSA are excited by prospect of new Student Representative Council

The Pipi Beds

Please just make me toast and hold me tightly

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Nostalgia for the world (before it all turned to shit)

Quiz: What generation should you have been in?

Whaea Fits

Car Seat Headrest's Twin Fantasy & Queer Teenage Sadness

My Dad’s CDs: A Retrospective

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Gig Guide

Restaurant Guide

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LETTER FROM THE EDITOR

Kia ora and welcome to the nostalgia issue! We wanted to make this a bit of an ode to our childhoods and 2000s Aotearoa. As members of Gen Z, we’re not quite iPad babies, but we grew up with this rapid development of technology. Many of us will remember dial-up broadband, Video Ezy and CDs. Fast-forward not even two decades and suddenly we’ve got an entirely new hyper-capitalist metaverse, complete with bitcoin and TikTok. I’ve been feeling nostalgic about a couple of things lately. Mostly because I’ve had a lot of time to think. Four bouts of tonsillitis in a month will do that to you. Thankfully, this all came to an end about a week ago and I’m pleased to announce they’re gone for good. Firstly, I’m nostalgic about being a student. I remember everyone around me saying that they’re some of the best years of your life. I shrugged it off at the time, but they were right. Don’t get me wrong, getting a degree is a lot of hard work. But it’s a great place to be. You’re surrounded by clever, interesting people. I’m not sure when I decided to turn this into an advice column, but take every opportunity that comes your way. Definitely try to get those A’s (that took me a couple years to figure out). And make sure you study something you enjoy. I was in such a rush to graduate and move on to the next chapter of my life, but being a student is so fucking cool. Again, I don’t know why I’m giving advice - it’s my first year out of uni, I haven’t even had my capping ceremony and I also work on campus. Maybe it's nostalgia, but once you graduate, your friends start working fulltime and some will move overseas. Above all else, being in your 20s is strange. I don’t wanna grow up. Which brings me to my next point: I’m also feeling nostalgic about being a kid. Life feels way more complicated lately. Which is silly because in our 20s, all we really have to worry about is ourselves. Most of us aren’t married. And we don’t have kids. Honestly, a lot of the time our biggest concern is probably where we’re gonna be and what we’re gonna wear on Saturday night. Right now I’m post-operation, post-graduation, post-breakup but thankfully not post-mortem. So, I’m giving myself a trip down memory lane by playing Skate 3 and turning the soundtrack up to full volume. I suggest you do the same.

Me, Jack

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AUT stands by their accommodation and mental health services, despite wellbeing report findings By David Williams (he/him) AUT says the standard of their accommodation and mental health services is excellent, despite a sobering report of student wellbeing across the country. The results from the Green Party’s People’s Inquiry into Student Wellbeing found that two thirds of students are struggling with basic necessities. Among the 4,500 respondents, it found on average, many students are spending most of their income on rent. The survey outlines those living in a shared flat spend 56% of their weekly income on rent. Group Director of Student Services and Administration Joanna Scarborough believes the standard of AUT’s student accommodation is high. “While those rates are high when we look at the comparative student allowance… it is offset by travel costs, and power, internet and water is included.” She also says the university has increased the pastoral care requirements above what the code requires. “Some university accommodations only have RAs on site, but AUT has chosen to have some staff living on site.” “Plus we have on-site security overnight.” The survey also shows that two-thirds of students regularly do not have enough money to buy food and clothing, pay bills, or get health care or other basics. That number is worse for disabled, Māori and Pasifika students. It also shows nearly two-thirds cannot afford to pay for public transport or the cost of a car. Among the 4,500 surveyed, 91 percent of students would use more public transport if it were free. “Everyone in this country deserves to live a life of dignity. Our new research shows that’s a right denied to thousands of students,” says Green Party tertiary education spokesperson Chlöe Swarbrick. National Vice President of the New Zealand Union of Students’ Associations Sam Blackmore says “We have an obligation to ensure that all students are able to live while studying, and this inquiry has proved that students are struggling to make ends meet.”

The Labour government affirms they have done a lot for students in the past five years. Education Minister Chris Hipkins says “student allowances had been increased 58.1 percent between 2017 and 2022, which compared to 3.6 percent between 2012 and 2017.” Students saw an increase in student allowance and student living costs by $25 a week on April 1 this year. “The first year of university had been made free, and apprenticeships had been funded to make the option available to all.” The inquiry makes strong recommendations to improve the welfare of students. The Green Party and the NZUSA both agree the government should widen the scope for the student allowance. Blackmore says “They should be provided regardless of how much part-time income that a student may make out of necessity to supplement themselves – especially in a cost-of-living crisis.” The report also recommends improving the accessibility and capacity of student mental health services. Scarborough says she is very proud of AUT’s services. “The challenge is making sure students can and know where to access them - there is no stigma, they are entitled to them, and we want to see them.” Hipkins says the government has made the biggest investment in mental health in New Zealand’s history. The inquiry also recommends making public transport free for tertiary students, rent controls and enforcing a rental warrant of fitness. “By investing in our students now, we can establish a society that will not allow anyone to endure living through a period of brutal transient poverty while they study,” says Blackmore. To access AUT’s metal health and counselling services, email counselling@aut.ac.nz or call +64 9 921 9292. The locations on each campus are: City Campus: Level 2, WB Building North Campus: Level 2, AS building South Campus: MB107b

The Green Party, NZUSA, Te Mana Ākonga, Tauira Pasifika and the National Disabled Students’ Association launched the survey at the beginning of April. 5

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The borders are open again - but where are international students? Slow uptake in re-enrolments shines light on issues faced by international students.

By Justin Hu (he/him) Last week, international borders fully reopened after nearly two years of restrictions - however, there’s mixed emotions among international students. The New Zealand International Students Association’s president, Vikram Selvaraj, said the reopening was a milestone, but there would only be a small trickle of offshore students returning initially. “Although the border is reopening, it's not new students who are coming in. It's offshore students who have already applied before Covid.” Figures from mid-July showed 229 AUT students had already arrived in New Zealand before the reopening. But over 250 students overseas still had cases “in progress”. China, Canada, India and Malaysia are the top countries of origin for offshore students. Education providers aren’t expecting new students until next year, as visa processing has resumed well into semester two. Meanwhile, student numbers have been permanently affected by the two-year border closure. Selvaraj added that international student numbers may not return to the numbers seen in 2019 for some time - a sentiment that’s echoed in the tertiary sector. Last year, the chair of Education New Zealand - the government agency tasked with overseeing the recruitment of overseas students - told a parliamentary select committee that it could take up to 10 years for the sector to recover. More recently, the agency’s chief executive, Grant McPherson, said there needed to be more resilience within tertiary education. “While there will be a considerable focus on bringing students back to study in the next few years, the lessons of the pandemic have reinforced the need for diversification in order to build long term resilience,” McPherson told Stuff. Selvaraj told Debate that there was ultimately a “mix of emotions” about studying in Aotearoa among international students - both abroad and those already in the country.

“There are people who are really happy to come back, but many are still uncertain… Some just want to finish their next six months online, in order to stay back home and work,” Selvaraj said. He added that the past year had made many overseas students tired of the uncertainty that came with complex visa restrictions, evolving Covid variants and managed isolation requirements. Tertiary institutions in Aotearoa have struggled financially throughout the pandemic without tuition fees from international students. International fees are roughly double what domestic students pay and the tertiary sector had become reliant on them before the pandemic. Earlier in 2021, AUT’s chancellor said “systemic underfunding” of tertiary institutions had left the sector vulnerable after fees from foreign students dried up. The institution’s finance chief said the uni had been forced to offer voluntary redundancies and hit pause on new capital projects amid the drop in revenue. Meanwhile, AUT’s new vice-chancellor Damon Salesa told Debate that the wider tertiary sector could “do better” in ensuring foreign students had value from their education. In mid-July, the university said the reopening of visa processing would be “unlikely to fundamentally shift the university’s financial position” this year. Selvaraj agreed with sector leaders who believe the reliance on international student fees is a result of systemic issues that depended on central government “planning properly”. He argued that the reliance meant some education providers - which could include universities, polytechnics or other tertiary institutes - had treated students like “cash cows” prior to the pandemic. “When we pay $35k or $40k a year, we expect a standard and [often] we're not even getting the minimum in terms of support systems,” he said. “Sometimes we just get treated as a cash cow. I literally get calls from students that feel like all communication drops [from their provider] once they’ve paid their tuition fees.”

NEWS Selvaraj said he also felt action on key issues for international students had been slow. These included revisiting and reforming the post-study work visa, plus greater accountability for racism and discrimination on campuses. The student association president said a lack of mental health support was another critical issue that students faced while in New Zealand. Selvaraj said students from Asia needed more culturally competent mental and sexual health support. “The reason why international students don't reach out to support systems directly is often because of cultural differences… Counselling is a taboo word in Asian countries,” he said. Prior to the pandemic, the vast majority of student visa holders were from Asian countries and Selvaraj said better services needed to be offered across the board. “We’ve talked about students who come with English as a second language and they're not supported. Students who are feeling homesick and they don't have someone to talk to. Students who have failed an exam and there’s shame to talk about it, or students who are financially struggling.” Free counselling and mental health support is available to all AUT students. Contact the student hub for more information. Where To Get Help (24/7) Asian Counselling Helpline: 0800 862 342 (text 832) in ten languages. Youthline: 0800 543 354. (text 234) For rainbow support: 0800 OUTLINE Central Auckland crisis team: 0800 800 717; North Shore crisis team: 09 487 1414; South Auckland crisis team: 0800 775 222.

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Students ongoing free counselling AUTSA areneed excited by prospect of new AUTSA president Student Representative Council

By ByDavid DavidWilliams Williams(he/him) (he/him) AUTSA wants students to put their names forward to be part of the 2023 Student Representative Council. President Sara Youssef says being a part of the council is an experience which will change your life. “You get to learn skills you never thought you would.” The Student Representative Council is a group of AUT students elected by their peers to represent the student voice on campus. There are 22 positions on the SRC and elections are held annually. The body is led by a president and two vice presidents, who each traditionally hold two year terms. South Campus Representative Ashley Kirkness says campus reps do very important but often overlooked work of embedding the role into the infrastructure of the campuses. “Something I have been working on is to connect the role to the heads of the campuses.” “That role is always going to be who the team turns to for student feedback. If they have a seat at the table, you'll get a better understanding and can better argue your case.” Turnout, both in terms of voting and number of candidates applying for the positions, has been down in the past few years. Kirkness says conducting the process online was very hard and probably had an impact on turnout. “AUTSA wasn’t perfect in the Covid space. We didn’t really know how to conduct elections.” Current SRC members are looking forward to holding an election campaign on campus rather than over the internet.

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Part of AUTSA’s draft strategy this year is to get at least 10 percent of AUT students to vote in the upcoming SRC elections. Youssef says she, Kirkness, and Community Vice President Zina Abu Ali all went through their election processes online and that it was terrible. Kirkness says students talking to students is the strongest avenue. “Social media and online marketing do their job, but you get so much clutter coming through on social media and in your inbox.” “There is a buzz you get when you’re on campus - you feel like something is happening.” Nominations are now open and will run until the 12th of August. Students will need the support of two others to qualify for a nomination.

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The Pipi Beds WORDS | Briar Pomona (she/her) ILLUSTRATION | Yi Jong (she/they) Nanny and Papa lived opposite Te Rehu, our marae in the inland village of Nūhaka. The township sits in between Wairoa and Gisborne and is settled by the iwi of Rakaipaaka to which we belong. Rakaipaaka is the eldest male-born mokopuna of Kahungunu and Rongomaiwahine. Nanny and Papa's house sat at the end of a long gravel driveway where the mail would often be thrown into the bushes at the top. Papa would ride on his quad bike up the hill to fetch the bundled paper - dogs or mokopuna in tow on the back of the bike. Nanny would boost up the hill on her early morning walks using cans of baked beans as DIY hand-held weights. Nanny’s name is Rose and she grew them along the fence line surrounding their property. Mandarin trees were just tall enough that mokopuna could reach low hanging fruit and enjoy the juices on the swing that Papa built on the old willow tree nearby. Nanny’s washing line was longer than the beachline of Mahia. A revolving door of visitors ensured that the line always had a fresh load of tea towels flapping delicately in the Eastern breeze. We would only harvest our pipi in summer. Like Nanny’s mandarins, the heat seemed to sweeten the shellfish. Pipi, or Paphies australis, are small triangular shellfish of white or yellow colouring that can be found along the coastlines of Aotearoa. In particular, they tend to thrive in estuaries or sandbanks with little wave movement. They burrow themselves a few centimetres into the sand near the shoreline - making them perfect for kaumātua and mokopuna to retrieve together. It’s a great sight to see a gaggle of kuia with trousers rolled up to their shins in knee deep water, plucking their pipi. From Nanny and Papa’s house in Nūhaka, it is about a 10 minute drive to the pipi beds in Mahia. These pipi beds have been around forever and were the place my own kaumātua would come to swim and eat. Our pipi beds kind of look like a holiday brochure cove - without any caves. Picture pōhutukawa trees, golden sand and gloriously clear water. The spot is also quite popular for setting out flounder nets. There are a few houses up from the beds, but hardly any of those are owned by whānau Māori. I now realise why my Papa would look out from the beds at these whare on the hill and scoff at their obnoxiously clean trucks and ridiculously huge boats.

On our way to the pipi beds, Papa would remind my brother and me to look for the signs. He would chug along in their green Subaru with its tino rangatiratanga-inspired licence plate, waving out to any whanaunga that may have passed us by. When Papa would tell us to look for the signs, he meant if the old tractor wheel that has been stuck forever in a distant sandbank was showing. If it was possible to see the ridged tread of the wheel, the tide was out and if not, it was in. We would pick when the tide was out. Normally we’d go when it was baking hot so that us city kids could go for a swim and catch an Eastern suntan. There's something about little Māori kids swimming in the same waters as their ancestors which is truly taonga tuku iho (passed down treasure). While my brothers flounced about in the water, disturbing all the flounder nets cast by the Pākehā who lived in the multi-million dollar baches on the hill, I would be like a pāua stuck to my Nanny’s side. I loved twisting my ankles in the Mahia sand and hearing her giggle at the beauty of our haul. By the time we were finished, our buckets would be full, but not full enough to force the boys to carry them back to the car. Pipi can be eaten raw, but my whānau and I prefer ours steamed and served on buttered white bread. Once a jug is boiled we would pretty much just pour the hot water over the shells and wait for them to open. Then it was a matter of shelling and eating as you went. Sometimes the natural juices, heated by the water, would look like salty teardrops on Nanny’s red tablecloth. We would get a growling for being messy, but with pipi, it’s awfully hard to refrain. After our feed, our side plates would have pipi shells stacked like Jenga blocks as Nanny would throw what was left back into the bucket we had used earlier at the beds. We would then take the shells out onto that long driveway and scatter them as we pleased. This again was the role of the mokopuna to mosaic the driveway. In time, these shells would break down into dust under the weight of cars, tractors, horses, cows, sheep and jandals. Through the eyes of my mokopuna self, I lavish in these memories of days spent with my grandparents. I wish I could stay in the routine of resting, swimming and eating for eternity. I want to ensure my own mokopuna have the same opportunity when their time comes. As the non-Māori baches on the hill grow and holidaymakers trash our village every Christmas and New Years, the future of our pipi beds is uncertain, but not doomed. There is hope in our collective futures and that has been kept alive by Māori and tangata tiriti throughout Aotearoa. These small sweet shellfish are a part of our whakapapa and we must protect them for future generations.

Please just make me toast and hold me tightly WORDS | Petra Shotwell (she/they) ILLUSTRATION | Yi Jong (she/they)

a personal essay because covid sucks and I miss my mum I’m a chronically ill adult, but I’m one of the lucky ones. My immune system remains at a mild-to-medium level of stability; it’s not often that I get colds, flus or stomach bugs that knock me out of action. Even so, I am simultaneously always and never sick. I even managed to avoid the infamous spicy flu for over 2 years – though in that time I had two surgeries related to the aforementioned chronic illness, so don’t worry, it wasn’t all sunshine, rainbows and healthy bodies. Three months after I moved to Covid-central (Tāmaki Makaurau), Covid finally caught up to me and I was hit hard. When it finally got me, I went spiralling down a rabbit hole of self-pity. Getting all emotional about my mum not being nearby to rub my back, bring me peppermint tea, and make me Marmite toast. I couldn’t help but wonder: when was the last time my mum took care of me? Like actually, physically, really took care of me? Do you remember the last time your childhood caregiver tucked you into bed? Felt your forehead? Gave you a dose of that goopy, orange, liquid panadol? The morning I felt that scratch in my throat, I knew it was my time. I knew I was about to see that second little line pop up on my Covid test. When it did, I was straight onto the Countdown website, organising a same-day delivery for everything I knew I’d be craving within 24 hours. What would mum get for me? I thought.

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Codral antibacterial throat lozenges a 20 pack of lemonade popsicles (they don’t fit in my freezer) Maggi two minute noodles, chicken flavour (even though I’m a vegetarian now) Ginger beer (lots of it) Marmite (just in case we need more, cause I know it’ll be my every meal) Tissues (with puppies on the box of course) Canned peaches, in juice Peppermint tea Green apples (for cooking with cinnamon and brown sugar, duh)

Later that day, when I found myself curled up in bed deciding what I would spend the week binge-watching, I was in a state. I could barely breathe, let alone get up and take a shower or cook a meal. So, boy was I grateful when my delivery arrived. When I say I lived on lemonade popsicles for a week, I’m only exaggerating a little bit. I’m talking at least four every day. Mum didn’t regularly buy sweet things when I was growing up, but I always knew that if I was sick, she would buy me a lemonade popsicle. It became something to look forward to when I felt myself coming down with something. Do I crave them when I’m sick now because they’re frickin’ delicious, or because the nostalgia of a popsicle tricks me into thinking about being looked after? But it seems that all the Countdown orders in the world can’t replace the feeling of knowing that my mum will make me toast and hold me tightly when I’m sick. Being sick as an adult, not having an instant helping hand the minute you call “Muuuuuuu-uummmm!” from the next room – it’s a bit of a rude awakening. Please note, I moved out over six years ago, so I can call myself a proper adult. I look after two cats, keep lots of plants alive - and try do the same for my partner and me. But like I said, I just don’t get sick very often, and when I do, it’s the chronic kind that society just forces you to live through as normal.

Anyway, don’t we all revert to childhood a little bit when we’re sick? There’s something about the vulnerability that makes being sick and being a child so easily comparable. Lying in bed with Covid felt like becoming a sniffly sevenyear-old again, only this time I’m 24, and I’m calling “Baaaaaaaaabe!” through to the next room in the hope my partner will become the toast-maker and popsiclebringer. I’m a snot-covered, loud-breathing, grunting and groaning mess, but I still need him to come in and rub my back while I wallow in self-pity, because that’s what my mum would do. Funnily enough, until recently I was pretty much convinced that my sickness cravings were universal: doesn’t everyone crave two minute noodles when they’re sick? Perhaps you and I share similar cravings, but apparently, not everyone does. Every day, a new person pops up on my Facebook homepage announcing their positive Covid status and begging for advice on making it through. The comments section is a fascinating place. Now that I think about it, each suggestion truly carries invaluable insight into a person's childhood – what did your caregiver do to help you get through your sniffly days? I’ve paraphrased a few comments below: • • • • • • • •

Watch all of Friends, again. Buy excessive lemon, honey and ginger. Live on it. Panadol. Keep taking Panadol. Don’t cough. Just relax. You’ll be right, at least you’re getting it over and done with! A shitload of lemonade popsicles (guess whose comment this was). Make sure you have someone to cuddle. Become a vampire, it won’t get you then.

Like I said: absolutely priceless insight. “Don’t cough. Just relax.” is about as helpful as a lawn sprinkler in the rain.

My point is that we seem to be more prone to nostalgia when we’re sick because we’re subconsciously waiting for someone to bring us Marmite on toast (or whatever your Covid cravings are). When we’re sick, we’re already craving that love and care, and I don’t know about you, but for me, it triggers a whole lot of other kinds of nostalgia. Popsicles might be my primary sickness craving, but it doesn’t take long before other sentimental elements of my childhood come creeping in. Before I know it, I’m binge-watching all the Harry Potter movies, playing Solitaire (and not the app version, with REAL cards), and sitting outside in the cold, dark night just so I can look at the stars, because that’s how my ten-year-old self liked to calm her anxiety. When I got past my Covid-peak and the brain fog slowly diminished, I tried to add a little bit of reason to my thoughts. I reminded myself that I’m not a sniffly sevenyear-old anymore, and that’s a good thing. I might be calling “Baaaaaaaaabe!” instead of “Muuuuuuuuummm!” from the comfort of my bed, and maybe a same-day Countdown order of essentials isn’t quite the same as having my mum in the next room, but it sure is something. Perhaps satisfying those nostalgic cravings is enough – enough to at least get me through that week of isolation and self-pity. I still call my mum when I have a really bad day; I still text her for recipe ideas and send her photos when I can’t tell if my spinach tortillas are mouldy or just covered in speckles of flour; she still messages me just to check in and worries when I don’t smile enough on Facetime; she puts a bit of petrol in my car when she comes to visit and always insists on cleaning something when she stays at my house. She’s not making me toast or holding me tightly, but she’s still taking care of me. It just looks a little bit different now that I’m a sniffly 24 year old. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to call my mum.

Nostalgia for the world (before it all turned to shit)

By Ethan Berry (he/him)

If you were in New Zealand on January 5th 2020, you’ll remember a surreal and apocalyptic haze of orange smog enveloping the skies - a by-product of the Australian bushfires. Looking back, it almost feels cliche just how much of a bad omen that was. It was a stark reminder that the climate is actually fucked. The orange smog made it painfully clear that climate change is no longer something to worry about in the distant future, it was happening right in front of us. If you kicked off the new year with a sense of optimism, it likely ended then and there, as Covid was officially identified within a week and arrived in NZ two months later.

Perhaps the last couple of years have made Gen Z extra pessimistic. Covid continues to mutate and spread and it’s entirely possible that a new, even more infectious variant will be announced in the news tomorrow. With no end in sight, does this mean that Gen Z is doomed to be more anxiety-ridden than any generation before? As any boomer will tell you, life has always been hard, and people have always had things to be anxious about. There’s always been war, famine, disease and poverty. If anything, we’ve got it much better than previous generations. But all things considered, something tells me giving up avocado toast won’t fix this one.

So, we can all agree 2020 wasn’t such a great year. But it’s not just Covid that shook our collective psyche. Auckland faced severe water shortages the same year after a huge drought. And in 2021, we saw the other extreme with flooding right across the country, with thousands forced to evacuate their homes. The current geopolitical situation is looking pretty dodgy too. Russia is at war with Ukraine, China wants to invade Taiwan. It has all the makings of a second Cold War. These events are deeply alarming and we’re witnessing them in real-time, thanks to a 24-hour news cycle delivering us headlines around the clock. The world has become a much scarier place since the beginning of the pandemic and it’s easy to get the feeling that the world as we know it is ending.

Even if generational anxiety isn’t unique to Gen Z, young people today have a lot more to worry about than recent generations. Since the end of WWII, the world has had an unprecedented period of peace and a mind-boggling amount of progress. Welfare has improved tremendously around the world and technological progress has been astounding. From the 90s onwards, the outlook for humanity appeared especially positive - marked by the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 and the end of the Cold War. It seemed like there’d be no reason to seriously worry about the future, at least in the Western world. There’s been several recessions and crises, but the last 30 years have also been marked by incredible prosperity. Every year there’s faster computers, GDP growth and a new iPhone, leaving us with the assumption that humans are on an unstoppable upward trajectory. It’s only been in the past few years that we’ve had any real reason to doubt this. Whether Covid is just a bump on the road is yet to be seen.

I wouldn’t blame you if you felt nostalgic for the world before 2020. I certainly am. At its core, nostalgia is a longing for simpler times and since the orange smog, the world is infinitely less simple. If you’re studying right now, it has also coincided with your coming of age. Becoming an adult is already stressful enough. We’re confronted with new-found independence and questions of who we are and what we want out of our lives. It doesn’t help that we’re also questioning whether we’re going to be living in a cesspool of war and disease by 2050. Covid has shown us all just how fragile and precarious humanity is, making it hard to stay optimistic as we face these challenges.

The world wasn’t a rosy utopia before the pandemic by any stretch and nostalgia tends to blur out the bad parts. But there’s plenty to be nostalgic for. Elements of the pre-pandemic world are beginning to return with sport, international travel and live music. But there’s more to be nostalgic about than not having to mask-up in public. The world since the orange smog has been far worse, if you’re going by the news headlines. Reading about the latest update from Ukraine, the newest Covid variant, or another ‘once-in-a-lifetime’ extreme weather event, instils a kind of pessimism that is difficult to overcome. Any existential anxiety before 2020 is likely to have reached a fever pitch since then. So if you’re anything like me, you’re probably feeling nostalgic for a time when news headlines were a little more tame, and it was a tad easier to feel hopeful about the future.

WHAEA FITS WORDS | Briar Pomona (she/her) ILLUSTRATION | Charlie Ratahi (she/her)

My favourite thing about hui are the whaea fits. I’ve been a fan since the days I would pirouette between my Nanny’s pantyhosed legs. I know many an aunty that, at any moment, could be transported to some fashion week scene. They pick things up from all sorts of places and tailor them to suit. Their manicured nails and pounamu rings match their kete and paua scarfs. Pops of colour break up the classic long black skirt and jacket combo. Hair is brushed wispy and may have even had a purple toner run through it. Makeup is minimal because it’s the lippy that does the talking - but not before making an appearance on the cheeks of mokopuna. The whiskers on their chins are all a part of the aesthetic, every one a reminder of life. There’s something about them stabbing you in the cheek during the hareru line that touches our hearts. If the whaea wears glasses, the frame would’ve been thoroughly thought out as to complement her outfits. If they’re big and chunky, she’s a creative type with a spiky short pixie. If the glasses are minimal and sit neatly at the tip of her nose, she’s a brain box. And if her specs are at the end of a chain or sitting on her head, she’s a baddie.

I love the way whaea congregate over kai and clothes. It’s like their catnip. A kōrero will always ensue over a nice pair of leather shoes and where that aunty copped her pair of shark tooth earrings from. If we were planning to trap all the most stylish aunties and nannies of the motu, all we would have to do is hold a Kahungunu AGM with an Adrienne Whitewood pop-up advertised on the flyer. I learnt from my Nanny and aunties that clothes should be delegated as such: home clothes, town clothes and hui clothes. Hui clothes being the best of them all. How else will the whaea disseminate the raru of the world without the freshest pair of denier 100 + stockings or a pristine conditioned bolero cardi?

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CAR SEAT HEADREST'S TWIN FANTASY & QUEER TEENAGE SADNESS WORDS | Liam Hansen (he/they) The four and a half years since Car Seat Headrest rereleased Twin Fantasy have been a weird time. It’s how I first discovered them. I'm pretty young, so it's been around a quarter of my life - but an eventful time nonetheless. Twin Fantasy was a flaming molotov of sonic emotion that gave a soundtrack to the periods of isolation, bouts of loneliness and yearning I was going through. The group’s leader, Will Toledo, crooned lyrics that despite their specificity to his own life and memories, drew direct parallels to my own fucked experience of high school and teenagehood. Queer loneliness, obsessive narratives involving people you hardly know, and feeling constantly anxious and inhuman were all big themes in my manifesto of teenage angst. I listened through both versions of Twin Fantasy and the rest of CSH’s discography religiously. I eventually got the embarrassing notification from Spotify that I was in the top 0.01% of their listeners. So, as I start to transition into a new chapter of my life (I’m still a mess but WAY cooler), I feel a bizarre need to reflect on my relationship with Twin Fantasy and how I perceive it now. If I don’t, my friends will be subjected to lengthy dissections of why I love these stupid albums so much. It’s only a matter of time before everyone gets suspicious about why I’m so connected to an LP with two lil characters hugging on the cover. The first iteration of Twin Fantasy (Mirror to Mirror) was written, recorded and released solo by Will Toledo when he was just 19, long before he had the resources, bandmates, perspective and skill we see now. The album is raw, messy and lo-fi as fuck in its composition, recording and, most beautifully, in its lyrics. It’s a concept album, detailing a fresh breakup and the whirlwind that it put his mind through. Toledo’s stream-of-consciousness writing style is awkward, anxious and searingly honest. His lyrics are often visual, such as the verse from ‘High to Death’ - “And I said hell is the sun, Burning forever at the centre of things, A ball on fire at the centre of things … A brain on fire at the centre of things”.

It’s probably due to my love for the game Night in The Woods which contains a similar phrase, but I can’t help but feel the existentialism in these words. He sees the sun as nothing more than a flaming ball we revolve around and compares it to how our lives can revolve around mental illness - our brains on fire. In ‘Bodys’, he screams “Those are you got some nice

shoulders, I’d like to put my hands around them!”

with confidence, despite the awkward teenage boy language. This same vibe is held in the spoken word outro of ‘Nervous Young Inhumans’, where he breaks the 22

fourth wall trying to explain and justify the use of the word ‘galvanistic’ earlier in the song. He gets further into his own head about it, eventually regretting having written the line at all. There’s so many incredibly specific lyrics across the entire album. This made them uncomfortably relatable - and I started drawing parallels to my life at the time, obsessing over both versions of the record. There are moments when he reuses the meta, spokenword motif from ‘Nervous Young Inhumans’ in the title track and conclusion of the album - “This is the part of the song where Will gives up. He dissociates himself from his own romance until it becomes just a fantasy. This is not something that could happen to him; this is something that takes place only in his mind. But he blinks now, and shakes himself awake. He has rejoined society. Come, dear children, call no more. He has only lyrics now.” This doesn't just cut deep, it stabs me. Without

going into too much detail: it's similar to my own fucked up fantasy relationship that I experienced as an openly queer teenage boy, dealing with trauma and loneliness. Anyway, I've exposed myself enough. Just listen to the albums - the story's all there, folks. The nakedness of Mirror to Mirror is a lot to take in. It must be strange and difficult for Toledo to have a cringeworthy teenage breakup/emotional mass exodus album become a runaway indie hit. The years after the album's release saw both his humble listenership and discography progressively grow. He went on to get permanent bandmates and a record deal, meaning he could give the album the second chance it deserves. I discovered Twin Fantasy (Face to Face) long before its predecessor - ‘Bodys’ was the track that initially sold me, but the rest of the album very quickly followed suit. The energy, honesty and heartbreaking storytelling astounded me. I streamed it hundreds of times before I began listening to its 2011 recordings, which brought about an entirely new perception of their modern counterpart. The 2018 mix retains all its charm despite the more polished audio quality, and the jump in vocal skill Toledo presents is insane. I’m aware that Face to Face isn’t the most boundary pushing or unique work on the planet it’s probably quite difficult for a rock album to do so in the twenty-first century. The band simply focuses on the refinement and expansion of ideas forecast by groups like The Beach Boys and The Strokes. They wear their influences on their sleeves and present them at their absolute fucking best.

Although there’s a lot of moments I love on Mirror to Mirror, they reach their full potential here and become some of my favourite pieces of music ever recorded. These include the unrestricted energy of ‘Bodys’ choruses, how opposing instrumentals are switched back and forth on the extended outro of ‘Sober to Death’, and when he yells the line “I hoped you were using your sonar systems for me!” in the third part of ‘Beach Life-in-Death’. In Mirror to Mirror this line is SCREAMED, straining and breaking Toledo’s voice to the point that he has to switch registers mid-verse. However, on its 2018 counterpart, the same lyric is belted skillfully, allowing him to properly give it a melody and letting his voice stylishly break without entirely killing it - making sure the line is sung just as, if not more, passionately than he sung it seven years prior. The abilities of his bandmates are brought forth as well, seen when lead guitarist Ethan Ives provides fresh, complex guitar work on songs like ‘Sober to Death’ and ‘Cute Thing’. All that being said, however, I don’t think it’s fair to simply call this album a remake - it’s much more than that.

Having created such a comprehensive piece of art based on his life, this album feels like Toledo looking through a memory book and re-experiencing all of the emotions from his youth with a newfound perspective. You know when you take a look at old photographs, playlists or writing created during your high school years and feel an intense rush of nostalgia for all the dumb shit you did, regret for everything you didn’t do and the same angst, despite everything that’s happened since? These are all the emotions that Toledo is feeling and trying to present in Face to Face.

Not only are his performances more mature and confident, but he changes the lyrics in places. A verse in ‘Beach Life-In-Death’ gets replaced, from Toledo reflecting on his youth as a nineteen-year-old, to him referencing pieces of art that re-framed how he felt about the relationship. The spoken word outro of ‘Nervous Young Inhumans’ is no longer written to someone else - I think he’s addressing his younger self, and letting them know how he’s changed. But ‘Famous Prophets (Stars)’ is far and away the most altered track from its predecessor, down to its name being changed from ‘Famous Prophets (Minds)’. Toledo extends his repetition of the line “We gotta go back” - sung over and over again, intensifying each time, pleading to go back to teenagehood and the relationship, despite how toxic it was. But eventually the tense, distorted, and destroyed atmosphere is abruptly snatched away. Toledo and a sombre piano are left alone as he quavers the same lyrics he screamed at the top of his lungs just moments beforehand. He reaches the emotional breaking point by singing the lyric “What happened to you?” in a heartbroken falsetto. I’m continually brought back to this moment, as it accompanied me years ago when my mental health was at its worst. I turned to this song and album as a whole during the periods of lockdown-induced isolation, pent up frustration and self-hatred. I don’t know if it actually made me feel any better - I just felt everything, every emotion that one could have, all at once. To this day, the isolated piano and the intense breakdown that comes afterward is the single most beautiful moment in music that I have ever listened to. The final song of Face to Face, ‘Twin Fantasy (Those Boys)’, solidifies its place as the nostalgia-fuelled re-evaluation of Mirror to Mirror. The 2011 version sees him give up and put his fantastical relationship away in his head, but in 2018 he addresses the person the album is written about directly. “This is the end of the song, and it is just a song. This is a version of me and you that can exist outside of everything else. And if it is just a fantasy, then anything can happen

from here.The contract is up, the names have been changed, so pour one out, whoever you are. These are only lyrics now.” Everything ends with the repetition of the line “When I come back, you’ll still be here”. His memories of that person and himself are

still there to reminisce on and be thankful for, but it’s time to move forward and build anew. I’ve only really stumbled upon this memory book framing of Twin Fantasy (Face to Face) after gaining a little bit of distance from my own bullshit and watching my life shift dramatically in a fairly short period of time. I don’t think I associate this album with a specific person any more. I can just feel it, reflecting on my life back then, when I listened to it constantly. I’m grateful for the people that have fallen into my life since and shaped me into who I am today. Twin Fantasy (Face to Face) is my favourite album ever written, featuring my favourite song ever recorded, ‘Beach Life-in-Death’ and performed by a band that has emotionally driven me up a wall like nobody else. The emotional vulnerability Will Toledo puts on display is masterful, purposeful and incredible. The skill of his bandmates form one of the most energetic dynamics in music I’ve ever heard. Raw honesty in art like this is why listeners are left in awe and brought to tears. It’s why I feel the need to write and create emotional experiences, and it’s why I’m bringing up such personal and cringeworthy parts of my life despite the full knowledge that my friends, family, old schoolmates, future colleagues, and the motherfucker who probably has no idea he’s why this album hits so hard could be reading this (hi). I barely even scratched the surface of how many parts of this album I love, where it sits in the rest of CSH’s discography and how it fell into my life exactly when I needed it most. Thus, this is my official pitch to please let me write the 331/3 on this album. This is not a joke - Bloomsbury, you can reach me at liam.hansen@gmail.com. I will write you a fucking masterpiece.

My Dad’s CDs: A Retrospective By Sam Clark (he/him) One of my core childhood memories is sitting on Takapuna Beach under the pōhutukawa trees with my dad. He would always listen to his Walkman, dressed in 2000s staples - a Mambo shirt, ¾ boardies and dad cap. Little did he know, that look would become cool again in 20 years. It’s a very pure memory of father-son bonding. Looking back, I think it’s the moment he started to drip-feed me the likes of Bob Dylan, The Cure, Lou Reed, Talking Heads and The White Stripes. That same Walkman is now on my shelf and is perfect for when I feel like boycotting Spotify. CDs can also be a really nice way to listen to music, especially if you’re too broke for vinyl, like me. It encourages you to listen to the album all the way through. You can admire the artwork, flick through the leaflet, read the lyrics and learn more about the album. But it’s definitely an obsolete piece of technology. It’s annoying to use, it makes a huge beep when you turn the volume up or skip a track, but that makes it kinda cool. It’s also special because it was a gift from my dad. He handed it down to me like an heirloom, with an accompanying CD folder. This folder was packed with late 90s and mid-2000s gems, mostly bootleg copies that my dad burned and marked up with Sharpie. Although, I seemed to have misplaced it somewhere along the way. I was eager to find it and revisit some of these albums which were so formative in cultivating my taste in music. I went over to my family home to find this fabled CD folder. My younger brother Jimi had apparently raided it as it was nearly empty, bar three albums. But we were able to put our heads together and recall what some of those albums were.

Evergreen - Echo and the Bunnymen (1997)

The Bends - Radiohead (1995)

90s bliss. Stand out tracks are ‘Don’t Let It get You Down’ and ‘I’ll Fly Tonight’. A lot of reverb. Gives me very wholesome vibes of my parents being young and in love in London. My mum tells a great story of how she broke my dad out of hospital in London to go see them play. They actually ran into his nurse at the gig, who wasn’t too pleased to see my dad in the mosh, considering he’d just been on an I.V. I don’t listen to them very often, but it brings some very nostalgic feelings of childhood when I do.

The high-octave riff of ‘My Iron Lung’ will always be ingrained in my mind. It would have to be one of my favourite songs to come out of the 90s. Apparently it’s about their biggest hit, ‘Creep’ – it’s their ‘iron lung’: they hate dragging it around with them, but they need it to survive. Then you’ve got some lovely acoustic tracks ‘High and Dry’, ‘Fake Plastic Trees’ and ‘(Nice Dream)’ that give the album depth. I also remember being mesmerised by the sphinx-like image on the cover. Overall, an underrated Radiohead album and still one of my favourites.

Because of the Times – Kings of Leon (2007)

77 – Talking Heads (1977)

‘Charmer’ is still a head-banger. Although, there’s some weird religious undertones in this song and throughout the album. Then again, it’s a band of three brothers, whose dad was a preacher. The lead guitar in the 7 minute long ‘Knocked Up’ was so interesting to me as a kid. So was the chugging drum beat and risqué lyrics “I don’t care what nobody says, she’s gonna have my baby … I don’t care what nobody says, I’m gonna be her lover”. In retrospect the song isn’t as cool as I thought, as highlighted by Pitchfork. “[the album] sounds suspiciously like a counterattack on womankind, launched from somewhere in the mid-1990s.” Yikes… The album also loses a bit of momentum in the middle. But, it’s a piece of 2000s nostalgia for me nonetheless.

To think this album came out almost 50 years ago is insane to me. It’s also their debut LP. Talking Heads is one of those bands whose music feels like it could’ve come out last month. Big suit-wearing, Scottish-American madman David Byrne is phenomenal on the final (and my favourite) track on the album, ‘Sugar on My Tongue’. And who could forget, ‘Psycho Killer’ – qu’est-ce que c’est? Far far far far better… Thank you, Dad.

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The Pacific Underground Theatre Collective revisit Oscar Kightley’s contemporary classic 25 years on - and in the wake of the formal apology. A visceral look at a shameful part of NZ history where a community was scapegoated. Two hours, with interval.

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Talking about nostalgia, my restaurant recommendation takes me to my Indonesian roots. Located on K' Road, Java brings the taste of Indonesian Street Food to you (plus it’s a BYO, so a good chance to branch out for your Friday night catch ups). It’s a feast for not only your taste buds, but your eyes and your soul. A kaleidoscope of colours and packed with SouthEast Asian family-owned excellence. Tender meats, spicy sambal, sweet drinks and crispy treats. What more can you ask for? Ig: @itsjava_nz; 322 Karangahape Road, Auckland CBD Sam - Lokānta $$

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Hidden just off Richmond Rd, Lokānta is a quick jump from the CBD and the perfect way to tie off an afternoon strolling through Grey Lynn Park. You’ll find Mediterranean specialties like chargrilled octopus with fava puree, pulled cumin lamb, and braised goat with barley risotto. Lokānta translates to ‘Local eating house’ in Turkish - and it rings true. It has a warm atmosphere, with options to dine inside or outside. The walls are filled with photos of scenes of the Mediterranean and posters of Zorba the Greek. For those with a sweet tooth, try their baklava - filo pastry filled with pistachios and soaked in honey overnight. 137A Richmond Road, Grey Lynn Briar - Eden Noodles Cafe $ You’ll regularly see laptop bags and notebooks at Eden Noodles Cafe. For one, its location is a stone's throw away and for two, less than $20 will have you chowing down like kings. Eden Noodles Cafe is famous for their spicy wonton soup and dumplings and when they say hot spicy, they mean it, so take heed and work your way up to top level hotness with each visit. 105 Dominion Road, Eden Terrace Charlie - Mezze Bar $$ Now an icon in Auckland City, Mezze Bar first opened its doors in 1992. Still serving its unpretentious menu of simple tasty morsels (tapas and mezze), to full meals. You’d find me here celebrating (or drowning my sorrows) after an assignment hand-in, with a jug of sangria to share and a bowl of polenta chips to fiercely guard. Pricier than Vesbar for their hand crafted wine and beer menu, but they make up for it with a warm, convivial and Mediterranean atmosphere. 9 Durham St East, Auckland CBD Justin - Bentto $ Bentto is my go-to for a quick and affordable Japanese fix near city campus — especially with their delightfully filling $11.50 crispy chicken donburi! Service is pretty quick and water is selfserve, though eating inside is cosy if you're in a group. Bentto is tucked away just next to the backpackers on Wellesley Street East. 8/290 Queen Street, Auckland CBD

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Extinct, endangered & near threatened snacks by Lucia Hu (she/her) Shocked by the discontinuation of Le Snak’s cheese and cracker dip, Lucia takes us through her list of critically endangered classic Kiwi snacks. Firstly, I need to start this off on a sad note. When Le Snack announced that their cracker and cheese dips would be taken off supermarket shelves, I was legit shocked. This was a personal attack. Growing up, those little morsels dipped in way-too-salty cheese were my classic go-to morning tea snack, midnight munchies snack and cram-for-exam snack. But now, they will only exist in my fondest of memories. With Le Snak gone, I started reminiscing about all the snacks and foods that formed my Kiwiana identity. So, here’s a biologist’s take on threatened snacks, AKA an International Union for Conserving Snacks (IUCS): Red List of threatened snacks.

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1. Fleeting flavours: Bluebird Wattie’s tomato sauce chips. IUCS Extinct Ephemeral as it was, my love was real. Yes, it was out for a limited time. Yes, it was a partnership with Wattie's. But why, why did you leave the shelves? And more importantly, when will there be a comeback? Bluebird, I am talking directly to you! Crispy chips packed with ketchup fragrance and flavour. Who can say no? On a side note, I’m pretty sure the packaging back then was only Wattie’s tomato sauce, was that pie always there? 2. Permanent lunchbox residents: Remember these groovy sticks of yogurt? IUCS Extinct “Rip their heads off, suck their guts out”. As human-child-friendly as this sounds, at the end of the day, Yoplait Go-gurt tubes are just yogurt on the go, packed in tubes, ready to eat. If you were extra like me, then you would also freeze the tubes and load them into a fancy little cover case to keep their ‘coolness’ in the summer months. Functioning as both an ice pack for your lunchbox and - if it thaws in time - a morning tea snack. These were my trusty permanent lunchbox residents until they went AWOL, how rude! 3. Not my lunchbox resident mention: Uncle Tobys fruit roll-ups – extra point if they had printed pictures. IUCS Extinct Was I the only person who didn’t grow up eating fruit roll-ups? My traditional Asian parents thought they were too sugary, so I was sadly deprived of them growing up. However, all my friends were loyal advocates and generous sharers of this chewy red candy. And thus ensued a culture of sugar-high crazy kids with sticky hands in class – thanks, Uncle Toby. 4. 3 pm comfort food: The legendary deep-fried Moro bar ICUS Endangered Long days at school and afternoon netball training meant a visit to an off-the-corner takeaway for not the most appealing snack, but the most unhealthy of them all. The deepfried Moro bar. Exactly as the name suggests, it’s a battered Moro bar tossed through oil till it’s crispy on the outside, but has an oozing melted chocolate and caramel centre. Perfect for satisfying anyone’s sweet tooth. Indulge on your road to diabetes. 5. Dairy dash: Sherbet Sticks ICUS Threatened During our free periods in our final year of high school, my friends and I would run to the local dairy for sherbet sticks. Neon straws filled to the brim with sherbet. Ignore the ton of chemicals used to produce them, and pick your favourite colour! Each corresponding to a sherbety fruit flavour - but beware, you will never know if that fluorescent green is apple or lime. Our teachers always knew who dashed during that period from our colourful mouths and full pockets.

As a grand finale, I’d like to unveil some weird snack hacks that you may love or hate. But please only judge after you have genuinely tried it. • • • •

Layer chocolate ice cream between two pieces of buttered peanut toast – the dupe Reese’s ice cream sammie Vegemite/Marmite with Nutella on bread Microwave mozzarella cheese on top of Oreos – a balance of savoury and sweet – but be careful to not burn your tongue. Oreo dipped in cheese dip – no more Le Snak, but surely you can find alternatives, right?

So you tell me, which iconic Kiwi snacks should stay extinct, and which should we beg the corporates to save from imminent threat? Personally, I’ve always been a sweet tooth, so my list is more on the sugary spectrum. Maybe the snacks that defined your childhood are different from mine, but hopefully they also stir up those nostalgic memories of good times that only food can.

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