It’s nice to see that feminism is finally making sensibly clad strides in Taliban-contested areas, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
In the same week, our beloved leader failed to meet the US first lady, he also failed to make time for the Prime Time Lady, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Think Gogol Bordello meets the Tiger Lilies with a touch of Beirut and you will have a fair idea of the wacky world sound of Mr Cat and the Jackal.
If you’re in charge of communicating with the media, should you really be thinking with your ego rather than your brain, asks <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Some people will gratefully accept Julius Malema’s apology as an excuse to relinquish their oft irrational fears, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Taxi Violence have taken their early material and given us a masterclass in how a band can grow, learn and become best of breed.
The Cape Party, with its quixotic attempt to have the Western Cape secede, operates in a fine tradition of civic blindness, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Being a South African celebrity is a bit like being a blowfish in a goldfish bowl, says <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Chris Roper reviews Mrs B’s <i>The Milkshake Revolution</i>.
Is it homophobic to think of African homosexuals as cute, chirpy little things in brightly coloured feathers, asks <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Perspective is a bitch. I’ve just read a Sapa report on the fact that David Bullard has just lost his unfair dismissal case against Avusa Media.
It has been a week of shocking revelations, although not in the sense that the poor idiots who believed in the rapture would have liked.
Die Heuwels’s second full-length offering is a marked improvement on 2009’s eponymous debut.
We’re breathing a sigh of relief that those pesky elections are over.
Terry Kurgan’s <i>Still Life</i> make interesting points about the nature of perception, memory and transitive meaning.
Ahead of the PSL final, <b>Chris Roper</b> unpacks the secret history of SA’s premier football clubs, their spectral supporters and fowl players.
Paul Edmund’s latest exhibition explores the relationship between sound and its visual representation.
Hello, Ernst Julius Röhm! Hello! Welcome back from the grave. You’ll find our world very similar to your home in Germany in the 20s and 30s.
There are very few wasted moments on a Black Hotels album.
It’s time we faced the fact. The default position for most SA politicians is "scumbag", and their automatic level of discourse is "childish".
The <i>M&G</i>’s online coverage of the Design Indaba included an effusive sentence by a reporter, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
The recent furore over Kuli Roberts’s column, clumsily headlined "Jou ma se kinders", reminds <b>Chris Roper</b> of the start of a classic joke.
I recently attended a strangely cheerless, hour-long panel discussion on media freedom in Africa, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
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/ 15 February 2011
<b>Chris Roper</b> finds the mocking of Jacob Zuma’s English during his State of the Nation speech classist and rude.
What’s the DA complaining about? The ANC is exactly like Christianity, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Can social media really promote democracy? <b>Chris Roper</b> argues for a more sophisticated understanding of freedom, enabled by technology.
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/ 2 February 2011
Sushi King Kenny Kunene has been reeled in by the big fish, write <b>Chris Roper</b> and <b>Verashni Pillay</b>.
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/ 1 February 2011
Hot blonde chicks with fabulous tits, sex, sushi, champagne, big swinging dicks and hos with fros. The <i>M&G</i>’s Chris Roper talks about feminism.
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/ 18 January 2011
Call me "ultra-critical" if you will, but I couldn’t help wincing at an extract from a Cosatu birthday card to the ANC.
Should non-blacks ride separate buses, and other relevant questions for idiots, writes Chris Roper.
It’s a question you’ve probably often asked yourself, while idly travelling through foreign climes: should I get myself a nice swastika tattoo?
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/ 14 December 2010
Weirdly enough, the genesis of this column was when I called Steve Hofmeyr a moron on Twitter.