The Blue Shirts.

I’m wearing a blue shirt when I do something stupid.

I support the Falcons team and I do something remarkable.

I’m a man and I hold a minority opinion.

Someone who loves Vegemite on their pizza declares men who are blue shirted Falcon supporters to be dangerous radicals.

Mostly what causes people to do and say things is nothing more profound than it seemed to them to be a good idea at the time.

But that isn’t an interesting story.

So they or we attribute their behaviour to their blue shirt or their tribe or their gender or … anything that explains it and says ‘Those Blue Shirts are not me.’