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What has happened The Examiner?

Great example of student paper article that gets passed as journalism now.
Nevin Institute (trade union funded "economic think tank) gets quoted widely, some young person pissed off at having to move to sunny climes to go on the lash for a year or two, facts twisted (rent quoted of 860 upon careful reading should be 1720 for 2 bed shithole near Bondi) and after that you just stop reading.
It's just gone over the hill into a cesspool of far left leaning rubbish. If this was balanced it would quote the correct rent, the cost of living in Sydney v Cork, wage rates, etc and maybe even cover the housing crisis in Sydney.

^

Super post.
 
MLMD in australia last year telling young irish emigrants that if in govt she would bring them home from the unhappy miserable lives they have in Australia, lol, Most of them are enjoying themselves, seeing a different country, earning money and having a great time, and more power to them.
 
The Examiner's voyage in into the twilight zone continues :


Wishing things for our children reminds me of one of my favourite poems, Born Yesterday, by Philip Larkin. It was written on the birth of Kingsley Amis’ daughter, Sally, for whom Larkin wishes not the ‘usual stuff,’ but that she be ‘ordinary’. Ordinariness, he writes, offers her the best chance of ‘catching’ happiness.

It’s a bit uninspiring when you think about it. To be happy, Sally must duck beneath the radar.
I love the poem, but would he have written the same for a boy?

I also hate that I find myself at least partly agreeing with it. The inevitable abuse of women in the public eye is proof that Larkin’s is a solid game plan.

What a bleak thing to wish for — not that there’s anything wrong with being ordinary. No, but there is something wrong with wishing to be ordinary above all else.

And then, an even darker thought arrives on the back of Larkin’s wish. A true horror of a thought — knock, knock, knocking louder, demanding entry. One I’m ashamed to admit and even more reluctant to share.

Somewhere, bubbling up from my subconscious I find myself making another, vicious little wish — that my daughters might have small breasts.

Be ordinary, my daughters, and have small breasts.

I am a feminist, and yet I find myself wanting my daughters to have smaller chests to make their lives easier, to keep them safe. A woman should never have to change to fit the misogynistic moulds of our society. And yet, the thought is there. Ringing as clear as a bell — the truth of it.

I know why I think it too, as much as I may wish now to unthink it. Or rephrase that — as much as I wish my life hadn’t caused me to think it, even for a second.

Feelings of inadequacy...

At 13, I didn’t understand the burden of a big chest because it wasn’t my reality. I saw my small chest only in terms of deficit. I performed the usual magic tricks to give myself a fighting chance among better endowed friends. I stuffed my bra with toilet roll until I understood to buy padded ones, more pad than space for actual cleavage.

I felt inadequate. Boys seemed to find girls with bigger chests funnier, more interesting, fascinating in fact.

It took a few decades before I realised what my friends had gone through. My jealousy clouded my empathy. I understand now that they often struggled to find clothes and underwear that offered them enough coverage or support, and that they were often made to feel self-conscious.

...or unwanted attention

Yes, of course they got plenty of attention, but a great deal of it was unwanted. A big chest carried the bigger weight of other people’s assumptions. In the 1990s, certainly, if you had a big chest you were deemed ‘up for it’ in a way that flat-chested girls weren’t.

It was as if nature and, in turn, society, had decided what you were for, and it had very little to do with your intelligence or your acumen.

Of course, big breasts are beautiful and attractive, but boys in the ’90s expected and demanded more from girls with curves, and far earlier too.

Too often, big busts propelled people into a sexual maturity they weren’t ready for. That male gaze was a spotlight that never went out, a bulb fizzing throughout our puberty and beyond. And it must have been exhausting for the girls beneath it.

Men's — and women's — assumptions about breast size

It was not something I imagined. Science reveals people’s assumptions based on chest size. Psychologist Krzysztof Koscinski revealed the truth of how we respond to bigger-breasted women. As part of an experiment, his team recruited 163 young women who were willing to undergo a battery of physiological and psychological assessments. They found no correlation between breast size and fertility or sexual activity.

They then invited 500 men and women to examine images of women with small to large breasts. This is where things got interesting.

Reporting on the experiment in Psychology Today, David Ludden, PhD, describes how the 500 “rated the large-breasted version as most sexually attractive and also more open to casual sex than when the woman’s breasts were medium or small”.

"They believed large-breasted woman to be less faithful, less intelligent, and less diligent than either the medium or small version."

Breasts, super-sexualising, and body shaming

Relating breasts to character, morality, or intelligence is repulsive.

It’s not something we hear much about in the media, but writer Jackie Adedeji spoke out about it last year. She said:

From about 11 years old I was super-sexualised. I remember vivid experiences of walking to school and having grown men walking past me licking their lips.

She also shared how as a child her teachers separated her from her class when changing for sport at school. They explained that her body was too ‘mature’ for the boys to handle, leaving her feeling like she was abnormal, that her body was at odds with the world.

There are even darker shades to the issue of the female shape navigating the world.

In certain cultures, the mothers of young girls carry out painful procedures on their daughters to flatten their chests. They physically abuse their loved ones. Why? To save their daughters from harassment and rape, from men noticing the onset of puberty too soon.

Changing our body shape

Other women, more and more women it seems, are choosing to change their natural shape by surgery. The British Association of Aesthetic Plastic Surgeons (BAAPS) says breast reductions are the second most popular aesthetic procedure. It says there were 5,270 breast reductions in 2022, up 120% from the year before and higher than pre-covid.

I wish it were different, and I’ll end this by hoping it is different now, for young girls and women out there.

It’s possible that more open sex education in our schools, and in our homes, is helping young boys to develop more respectful attitudes to girls, whatever their shape. It is possible girls are more confident in themselves regardless.

Philip Larkin wished for Sally Amis to be ordinary. I understand the sentiment, but I am ultimately going to disagree. He may be right, and the poem is wonderful, but wishes should be aspirational and that wish is too depressing to bear. Larkin describes the world as it is, not as it should be.

Love and respect for girls and women, boys and men

I wish for respect and kindness to be ordinary, a given, so girls and women, boys, and men, can be whoever they want to be. I wish this as part of what Harris wishes for — that Ireland will soon be the best country in which to be a child.

Larkin also penned the line, “What will survive of us is love.” What forms us is love too. Let’s make that our starting part, our very first wish, our most constant thought — and go from there.

How awful, how sad, and how unjust.
 
A lot of women like having bigger breasts. I know a few who say it gives them confidence and they feel better in certain tops or dresses.

That Examiner article popped up a few times today but I never felt the need to read it.
 
The Examiner's voyage in into the twilight zone continues :


Wishing things for our children reminds me of one of my favourite poems, Born Yesterday, by Philip Larkin. It was written on the birth of Kingsley Amis’ daughter, Sally, for whom Larkin wishes not the ‘usual stuff,’ but that she be ‘ordinary’. Ordinariness, he writes, offers her the best chance of ‘catching’ happiness.

It’s a bit uninspiring when you think about it. To be happy, Sally must duck beneath the radar.
I love the poem, but would he have written the same for a boy?

I also hate that I find myself at least partly agreeing with it. The inevitable abuse of women in the public eye is proof that Larkin’s is a solid game plan.

What a bleak thing to wish for — not that there’s anything wrong with being ordinary. No, but there is something wrong with wishing to be ordinary above all else.

And then, an even darker thought arrives on the back of Larkin’s wish. A true horror of a thought — knock, knock, knocking louder, demanding entry. One I’m ashamed to admit and even more reluctant to share.

Somewhere, bubbling up from my subconscious I find myself making another, vicious little wish — that my daughters might have small breasts.

Be ordinary, my daughters, and have small breasts.

I am a feminist, and yet I find myself wanting my daughters to have smaller chests to make their lives easier, to keep them safe. A woman should never have to change to fit the misogynistic moulds of our society. And yet, the thought is there. Ringing as clear as a bell — the truth of it.

I know why I think it too, as much as I may wish now to unthink it. Or rephrase that — as much as I wish my life hadn’t caused me to think it, even for a second.

Feelings of inadequacy...

At 13, I didn’t understand the burden of a big chest because it wasn’t my reality. I saw my small chest only in terms of deficit. I performed the usual magic tricks to give myself a fighting chance among better endowed friends. I stuffed my bra with toilet roll until I understood to buy padded ones, more pad than space for actual cleavage.

I felt inadequate. Boys seemed to find girls with bigger chests funnier, more interesting, fascinating in fact.

It took a few decades before I realised what my friends had gone through. My jealousy clouded my empathy. I understand now that they often struggled to find clothes and underwear that offered them enough coverage or support, and that they were often made to feel self-conscious.

...or unwanted attention

Yes, of course they got plenty of attention, but a great deal of it was unwanted. A big chest carried the bigger weight of other people’s assumptions. In the 1990s, certainly, if you had a big chest you were deemed ‘up for it’ in a way that flat-chested girls weren’t.

It was as if nature and, in turn, society, had decided what you were for, and it had very little to do with your intelligence or your acumen.

Of course, big breasts are beautiful and attractive, but boys in the ’90s expected and demanded more from girls with curves, and far earlier too.

Too often, big busts propelled people into a sexual maturity they weren’t ready for. That male gaze was a spotlight that never went out, a bulb fizzing throughout our puberty and beyond. And it must have been exhausting for the girls beneath it.

Men's — and women's — assumptions about breast size

It was not something I imagined. Science reveals people’s assumptions based on chest size. Psychologist Krzysztof Koscinski revealed the truth of how we respond to bigger-breasted women. As part of an experiment, his team recruited 163 young women who were willing to undergo a battery of physiological and psychological assessments. They found no correlation between breast size and fertility or sexual activity.

They then invited 500 men and women to examine images of women with small to large breasts. This is where things got interesting.

Reporting on the experiment in Psychology Today, David Ludden, PhD, describes how the 500 “rated the large-breasted version as most sexually attractive and also more open to casual sex than when the woman’s breasts were medium or small”.

"They believed large-breasted woman to be less faithful, less intelligent, and less diligent than either the medium or small version."

Breasts, super-sexualising, and body shaming

Relating breasts to character, morality, or intelligence is repulsive.

It’s not something we hear much about in the media, but writer Jackie Adedeji spoke out about it last year. She said:

From about 11 years old I was super-sexualised. I remember vivid experiences of walking to school and having grown men walking past me licking their lips.

She also shared how as a child her teachers separated her from her class when changing for sport at school. They explained that her body was too ‘mature’ for the boys to handle, leaving her feeling like she was abnormal, that her body was at odds with the world.

There are even darker shades to the issue of the female shape navigating the world.

In certain cultures, the mothers of young girls carry out painful procedures on their daughters to flatten their chests. They physically abuse their loved ones. Why? To save their daughters from harassment and rape, from men noticing the onset of puberty too soon.

Changing our body shape

Other women, more and more women it seems, are choosing to change their natural shape by surgery. The British Association of Aesthetic Plastic Surgeons (BAAPS) says breast reductions are the second most popular aesthetic procedure. It says there were 5,270 breast reductions in 2022, up 120% from the year before and higher than pre-covid.

I wish it were different, and I’ll end this by hoping it is different now, for young girls and women out there.

It’s possible that more open sex education in our schools, and in our homes, is helping young boys to develop more respectful attitudes to girls, whatever their shape. It is possible girls are more confident in themselves regardless.

Philip Larkin wished for Sally Amis to be ordinary. I understand the sentiment, but I am ultimately going to disagree. He may be right, and the poem is wonderful, but wishes should be aspirational and that wish is too depressing to bear. Larkin describes the world as it is, not as it should be.

Love and respect for girls and women, boys and men

I wish for respect and kindness to be ordinary, a given, so girls and women, boys, and men, can be whoever they want to be. I wish this as part of what Harris wishes for — that Ireland will soon be the best country in which to be a child.

Larkin also penned the line, “What will survive of us is love.” What forms us is love too. Let’s make that our starting part, our very first wish, our most constant thought — and go from there.

How awful, how sad, and how unjust.
I actually know Jennifer Horgan fairly well. She always seemed fairly down to earth.
Not sure about this boob thing she has going on. Maybe it's just a motherhood thing?
 
I actually know Jennifer Horgan fairly well. She always seemed fairly down to earth.
Not sure about this boob thing she has going on. Maybe it's just a motherhood thing?
It's some warped version of feminism, where having feminine features like ample bosoms, is seen as a negative, all because men might look at them.
 
A lot of women like having bigger breasts. I know a few who say it gives them confidence and they feel better in certain tops or dresses.

That Examiner article popped up a few times today but I never felt the need to read it.
Tell the truth, you saw the word breasts and went straight to Porn Hub.
 
I must be one of the few men who isn't into big boobies.

Give me a girl with a massive arse any day instead.

If she can't fit through the door, she's my beour
 
They're all bloody mental ffs.

For me it the eyes first, then the personality and smile. Body shapes differ and men like different types, but a body type wouldn't be my be all and end all for a relationship.
This woman talks like an insecure teenager.
You are who you are, cherish your individuality.
 
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