I know what it's like to be subjected to spiteful gossip
Just like sticks and stones, names can hurt, writes Celia Larkin, who knows what it's like to be a woman in a male-dominated world
'You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation' -- Plato
WHO would have believed it? We're in the middle of an economic meltdown. The electorate, having delivered the most scathing judgement on the ruling parties, entrusted their future to a new breed of politician and what do these privileged incumbents do? They behave like ghastly overgrown schoolboys in our national parliament.
Deputy Mick Wallace would do well to remember that the Dail is not a building site, where women are few and laddish behaviour is acceptable. Nor can Deputy Luke Flanagan claim -- when he's part of such behaviour -- that he was spaced out on weed. He professed to be fond of hash on one or two occasions in the past. Back then, he could have claimed his judgement was impaired by marijuana. That potential excuse doesn't apply any more. They were in the house of parliament, in a position to which the people elected them, in order that they might represent them. Just like the people elected Mary Mitchell O'Connor to represent them. The deputies gossiped about her. They exchanged vulgar abuse about her. They stuck a nickname on her.