It's not ok for women to breastfeed in public in Australia; I know this because of the hysterics around any women caught-out attempting to discreetly feed a baby at any business establishment or other public location in the country. There are even commentators who declare that such women (with no photographic evidence, or even first hand commentary) are brazenly undressing (a public striptease, if you like) for personal attention, and/or are merely making a cheap feminist point by feeding a hungry baby when it demands to be fed. I'm surprised that no one has yet accused the increasing line of headline grabbing breastfeeding women of stealing a baby so as to be able to put on a public display.
By contrast, showing the body of Drummer Lee Rigby in Woolwich - who was murdered, violently, unspeakably - on every television news break, on every front page of every newspaper across the world, is fine and dandy.
Let's not be concerned with the sensibilities of the news-consuming public, and even less concerned for the young man's wife, toddler son, parents, family and friends. No, it's never too soon and never too much to display the lifeless body of a man whose existence was so shockingly ended.
Let's not be concerned about The Guardian, one day later, drawing moral equivalence between this vile act of murder and civilian deaths stemming from American use of drone aircraft. It's never too soon and never too much to point the finger at America, to call their acts terrorism, and to draw a straight line between the dead body of a young man in a street a continent away with ordinary acts of war by the state. (Show me any war in which no civilians have been killed: drones didn't engender what used to be euphemistically called collateral damage. It's only in the 21st century that, apparently, humans have become squeamish about such things. Well, squeamish, sure, but only sometime, only selectively, only when it suits the political ideology, or matches up with the side of history on which one asserts to be right.)
Let's not be concerned with the trite reports informing us that one of the men responsible for the murder in Woolwich was from Nigeria, and was a "peaceful chap" before drifting into the radical scene in 2010. It's never expected that anyone in the news will be described as having drifted into the peaceful scene, or had accidentally fallen into the good crowd.
Some days, the world is so fucked up it's enough to induce vomiting. (For which there's a soothing reality show or an escaped Kardashian to sooth an upset tummy.)