How private should private be, and who can ever possibly take it upon themselves to turn the private public? We are living in a precarious time, a time when both spheres are bleeding into each other and the line of demarcation is wavering. There is great potential here. Either we will become a society who ostracizes even more violently those who are different from us, suspect of every quiet student who doesn’t dress like the rest, suspicious of any husband or wife who doesn’t drag his or her child to every Saturday soccer game, or maybe, just maybe, we’ll become a society responsible to something greater than ourselves
Anyone who takes himself too seriously always runs the risk of looking ridiculous; anyone who can consistently laugh at himself does not
Okay, all joking aside lets look at the feminist debate going on at the moment.
I wouldn’t proclaim myself a feminist. But that has more to do with my dislike of labels than with any dislike of feminist theories.
As a 21st century woman, living in Ireland, it goes without saying that the feminist movements of previous decades have meant I have a vastly different life to what I would have lived even 50 years ago. But, from where I’m standing, feminism means too many things to too many people. For some it means nothing more or less than equality of opportunity. To others it means man-hating lesbians. Slight bit of a difference there I think.
This post could be listed under irishify if, that is, I bothered to explain the title. But I’m not gonna. I’ll save it for some other time. Or you can google. Whatever, its all good. All the time.
Where was I?
Ah yes, pigs. Or, to be more precise, Piglets.
it appears there were fundamental differences between the US dominated headquarters and Australian pilots over what constituted a valid military target. Squadron Leader Pudney said under Australia’s rules of engagement pilots had to ask themselves on each mission whether it was right to drop their bombs