What exactly is a 'crack' in 'society'? At what point was 'society' a perceived whole entity; a metaphorical egg encasing all of us chicks within it to be incubated and nurtured? Or maybe this 'society' is a smoothly plastered blank wall onto which you can project your own falsehoods and misgivings, or at the very least graffiti the words 'You are alive'.

Week in, week out, Una Mullally is paid to write a massively misguided digression which ultimately serves to function as the affirmation of herself rather than the self of any given reader.

I simply don't understand it; I don't get the premise or the purpose; I don't get the personality. Is this column a soapbox for the overblown ego of a 'feminist' – a term which is redundant for its ties to a 1970s ideology of free love and liberal thinking? No I don't mean to say that women's issues are no longer relevant, but people in their 20s (like myself) who were born in the '80s, raised in the '90s and '00s, and thoroughly embraced by the Celtic Tiger can't honestly claim to have the foggiest notion of what that term actually represents, without at least acknowledging how our daily actions inadvertently perpetuate the 'progress' they claim to attack. Ring any bells?

Is Mullally supposed to provide a voice for the twentysomething female in the Irish context? If so, I imagine that there is only a handful of this demographic that she actually represents and speaks directly to. Do your research and do it properly. This involves moving beyond Grafton Street; Dublin is not the centre of this country.

I am a 23-year-old female originally from outside of Dublin – yes, rural, and if that fact harbours a private snigger, remember that rurality makes up a great deal of this country. I have lived in Dublin city for almost five years and my friends are made up of born-and-bred Dubs, and culchies too.

No, Mullally does not represent me or my peers. Is it so much to ask that we are not insulted on a weekly basis by the self-interests and platitudes of a would-be socialite?

It's not the content; many of the topics raised and discussed directly impact my life, and in theory, I should relate to. It's the tone, the attitude, the seeming inanity of anything that exists outside of the self.

Surely in an economic climate such as ours, those of us lucky enough to still have our jobs should improve the quality of our output. Yet all I've witnessed from Mullally are borrowed clichés and falsified empathy.

Sian Crowley

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