I was brought up (it means raised) to respect and admire the female of our species—you know, all soft and fluffy with big batty eyelashes, swirly hair and flowing movements. Delicate, even … graceful … gentle … and almost the same as people.
NOW ANOTHER ILLUSION SHATTERS
under the never ceasing hammer blows of Women’s Lip movements. But one sin of which I have never been guilty is underestimating the ‘gentler gender’. Brrrr. Never have, never shall.
BUT MY OWN GENDER
as a whole has done exactly that on and off down through the ages, and more the fool it. Us. Wotever …
… as one by one the skittles tumble, illusions shatter, and the ideas inculcated and nurtured for their own nefarious benefit by the ‘gentler sex’ over generations and millennia are invoked. ‘Twas ever thus—
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—go there if you wish. Or not, it’s still a dog’s world after all*.
* Some of it. (If ever it really was, that is …)