The opening beats to ‘Blurred Lines’ provoke eye-rolling and mumbles – or shouts – about its misogynistic content. Think about all the times you’ve changed the radio station the second you hear those opening bass beats and cowbell rattles. Now think about all the times you’ve danced or sung along to another song, without stopping to consider its content. Recently, Robin Thicke and Pharrell Williams made the news again by losing a court case against Marvin Gaye's family 'Blurred Lines'. Gaye’s family sued Thicke and Williams for copying the 1977 song 'Got To Give It Up'. This led to another rise in attacks on them for 'not getting consent'.

There’s a figure that has long permeated Australian culture. We fear it. We reject it. We try to deny that it’s a part of us. And when it keeps coming back, we laugh at it.

I went to a public school in suburban Melbourne. It had all the basic things: facilities, leadership, sports and music. But everything about it was lacking. It seemed perpetually on its way to something better but never quite got there.