Every time I use the ''f'' word in public I get walloped. Feminism is a funny thing. Just when you think you've got the old dear worked out, she throws off the knee rug, leaps up from the rocker and pulls your hair. Nasty. It's usually the result of some profound disagreement. And if we've learnt nothing else during feminism's third wave, we've certainly learnt that hell hath no fury like a feminist scorned. So I tread with trepidation.
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