

One of the abiding childhood memories of hugging my mother is that it felt like hugging a tree. She obviously didn’t like it but wouldn’t reject the hug and it never prevented me from doing it but it struck me as odd, even as a ten year old. My dad would hug us normally and hold hands. Later on I realised that we’re probably all autistic and have sensory issues. These days I love hugs with my daughter and she always seeks my hand to hold.








Seems like the Aussies assessed the evidence, figured out that social media does more harm than porn and took the appropriate action. The English worked backwards from the assumption that porn does more harm and allowed social media to continue spreading its poison. Classic English values.