I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this weeks postings, but it has reminded me how little I read now days.
As a kid there where always lots of books in the house, and I’d go through an authors complete works if I ‘discovered’ a cracker. The week I found Steinbeck was good’un.

Anyway, there’s one book that sticks in my memory. It was a great big thick 1970’s feminist job that my mum stuck on the book shelf in the hope that I’d stumble across it, absorb it’s messages and become one of them “New Men”. I was about 12 years old when I found it.

It was clearly the work of a bunch of insane harpies.

The overriding message was that everything bad was because of men. All sex involving men was an expression of violence. Breast cancer was men’s fault etc.

Rather than go down the softer “Woman’s Studies” route and claim that anything discovered or invented by men was actually due to the work of a woman, they completely eschewed the whole of western civilization as nothing more than a throbbing cultural phallus. The only examples of matriarchies it gave where tribes in the Amazon where people lived perfect peaceful lives freed from the male tyranny, eating grubs out of rotting wood and dying before they were 40.

But I couldn’t put it down. The idiocy of it was so entertaining, the more I read it the more superior I felt.

And that is why I became the massive sexist that I am today.

Thanks mum.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Fri 6 Jan 2012, 17:55, 2 replies)

Hahaha
Have a click for making me chortle
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Fri 6 Jan 2012, 23:50, closed)

With a mum like that
you're lucky to be intact.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Mon 9 Jan 2012, 4:40, closed)