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Hah! Again the prissy,
prune-lipped, self-righteous, hand-wringing, brow-furrowing, tsk-tsking,
finger-wagging, mind everybody else's business, PC brigade has things arse
about face. Those dear considerate folks at
Qantas were never that worried for the child in their care. Cleverly, they
were actually showing more concern for the full-fare paying bloke, subtley
extricating him so the child maintained some sense of juvenile
self-importance, attendants were able to place the man where he could
actually enjoy the flight. What self-respecting male wants to
be stuck next to an unattached, precocious, wriggling, babbling,
pain-in-the-bum, attention-seeking, ADHD Ritalin-deprived monster. No, blokes want to be able to sit
next to the foxy chick who doesn't have a place to stay when the plane lands.
Failing that, somewhere where they can ogle her, and/or the hosties, watch
the in-flight movie, fool around on the laptop, read, write, snooze and/or
get quietly sloshed, without feeling obliged to play de facto mentor or
nursemaid to someone's noisy, nosey, know-it-all and unappreciative brat. As for the PC brigade insisting
that men have a right to sit next to such unappealing long-haul companions --
who needs them. Good on you Qantas, you're a real
bloke's airline. |
