Why do women, and in an increasing number of men, persist in rolling in what I assume is a mixture of lavatory cleaner and tear gas and then stomp along the streets trailing a toxic cloud of fumes, marked by the dead and dying insect life?

Do they not understand that they are doing their bit to accelerate climate change as well as making me feel sick and dizzy?

If they must wear the stuff, it should only be the merest hint. Just enough for someone to catch the faintest whiff and, perhaps, want to get nearer to the source. Not be rendered unconscious by it.

it’s a feather, not a sandbag.