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Saturday, May 18, 2013

Phew, that's a relief!

Who says media organisations devote themselves only to bad news?


As the above revelation was first published last October, somehow going unnoticed at the time, much thanks is owed to Fairfax's Ladies Pages for thoughtfully combing its archives and installing a retro-link in today's homepage. That's the thing about quality journalism: it endures.

And thanks also to Providence for the happy coincidence of the writer's family name. If Ms Clementine's surname had been, say, Apple instead Ford, an essay setting out to demolish the theory that vaginas are iPods would have made no sense whatsoever.