WOMAN WITH THE CELLIST TATTOO
A warning from Fairfax’s Clementine Ford:
F**k those people who tell feminists to be nice so as not to pose a threat to men. I *am* a threat, and they better get used to it.
Shortly after the photo was taken left her job at the factory. She barely lasted two weeks. A cellist, Mrs. Doyle was horrified to learn that a previous worker at the factory had badly injured her hands working at the machines. She found safer employment at a soda fountain and bookshop in Ann Arbor, where she wooed a young dental school student and later became his wife.
Happy Inauguration Day to all the haters and losers
The loser/hater community now faces an enemy who has become massively emboldened by that community’s own ruinous tactics. Trump’s foes are the authors of their own destruction, writes Tim Blair.
Beach clean-up a small price to pay to see fun return to Sydney
Scenes of garbage left on beaches by Christmas Day revellers have spawned outrage, but Tim Blair reckons Sydneysiders could learn a thing or two from the partying backpackers.
Heated holy rollers are making the children cry
Thousands of Australian schoolchildren still suffer climate trauma thanks to doomy teachers, academics, politicians and the media, yet none of their apocalyptic predictions ever come true, and worse still, they never apologised, writes Tim Blair.
McDonald Trump has his foes in panic mode
Serving fries at McDonald’s and poking fun at Kamala Harris’s claims to have worked there is just one of the many ways Donald Trump continues to connect with regular people and defy his delusional critics, writes Tim Blair.
Friday Noticeboard
Today’s noticeboard is brought to you by a daring public experiment. In Sydney this week, intrepid social engineers attempted to discover what happens when you combine feminism, comedy and an audience of sad wokens.
Surely No Such Damning Evidence Exists
To those who describe incoming governor-general Sam Mostyn as a lifelong activist hack whose unimpressive record can’t help but cheapen her office, I say: show me the proof.