I thought oug was banned for a month

I’d have welcomed an intelligent discussion, but a discussion doesn’t even begin to be intelligent until it recognises the difference between public and private space. Nor does it even begin to be intelligent when participants invent the thinking of an idealised young demographic and quote their invention as an authority on which they can draw for their BS. Or when facts and arguments are sidelined by schoolyard personal insults and crap about "lefties" (whatever they are)

Most of us can clearly remember being young. I certainly can. We knew the difference between public and private space though we hadn’t the maturity to know when sexual yearning and speculation shade into sexism. The back of the bike sheds was private space for that kind of talk about girls and women and we weren’t mature enough to realise “girls and women” included our mothers and sisters. No doubt there was also private space where girls swapped thoughts about boys.

Vaudedville theatres or cinemas are also private space – people opt to enter it and are forewarned about the content.

As a child, unlike today’s young Queenslanders, I was spared the embarrassment of my mother and sister being insulted on the back of a van while I was out shopping with them. If there’s anything like that on any of the vans, it transcends the common laws of decency.

Now, I regard officials as a very low life-form and there is no way I’d support laws to empower them to censor people. However the common laws of decency are different from the laws of the land, and anyone worth the oxygen s/he consumes respects them, especially in public space which all people are obliged to occupy.

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