One of the good things about Germaine Greer and I must add, there are very few, is that she lives and works in the UK and we only occasionally get to hear of her, which is a good thing all round. For if ever there was a full-on dumb arsed broad, you would need to look no further. How the world was hoodwinked by this charlatan of feminism and all things female, I cannot say, never has a greater piece of humbug ever been written than The Female Eunuch, a sophist’s delight; she rode to market on the fatted feminist pig while all the poor little Marylous are now condemned to a life of strap-ons, hairy armpits and arseholes and death in the arms of some vinegar faced lesbian. Yassmin Abdel-Magied could do us all a favour and piss off to pommy land and torment the poor bustards there.