In my new book Feminism: The Ugly Truth I refer to a number of websites of interest to warriors in the battle against militant feminism. One is the aptly-named website http://harrietharmansucks.com.
I don’t know if you’ve ever seen Harriet Harman’s husband, fellow Labour MP Jack Dromey, interviewed on television, but I have. He has a haunted look about him, as would any man who’d been married to Harriet Harman for 30 years, to be fair. Just think, he must have had over 10,000 breakfasts with her. He must surely be in line for a medal in recognition of his suffering since 1982. Can you imagine the conversations over the breakfast table? Harriet’s just finished one of her diatribes, Jack puts down the Guardian and replies wearily:
‘What’s that, dear? Not all the cornflakes are of an equal size? Outrageous! How do Kellogg’s get away with it?’
Ed Miliband started his political career as Hattie’s bag carrier. He often has the same haunted look as Jack Dromey. He’s also a believer in all-women prospective parliamentary candidate shortlists. What are the chances?
It’s said many Leftie men felt attracted to Margaret Thatcher, and in a similar way – as a Rightie writer – I confess to having something of an obsession with the doe-eyed pin-up girl of modern Leftie politics. This is despite my having written about her seething hatred of men, and her ‘successful’ campaigning for special treatment for a small minority of women at the expense of all men and boys and the vast majority of women. She’s made an appearance in no fewer than five of my books. A short extract from Feminism: The Ugly Truth :
Given that we appear to be rushing headlong towards a grim future of matriarchal hegemony, we can all agree at least that patriarchal hegemony would be the lesser of two evils, can’t we? Could you imagine living in a country where Harriet Harman is the prime minister? Nor I, although a friend once had a nightmare which included her. It took three months of intensive therapy before he could function normally, and he’s still not quite right. His head twitches uncontrollably whenever he sees Harriet Harman on the television.
My friend dreamed he was a Cabinet minister and Harman was chairing a Cabinet meeting, the first in her new role as prime minister. The meeting took place in the context of a national emergency, and the atmosphere was tense. As the meeting was about to begin, in an effort to lighten the mood, a fellow minister remarked out loud to Ms Harman, ‘Harriet, may I kick off proceedings by remarking on how very pretty you’re looking this morning?’ Whereupon she frowned and drew a .44 Magnum revolver [Author’s note: The gun used by Clint Eastwood in Dirty Harry] from her handbag, slowly took aim, and shot his right arm off at the shoulder. She then glared around the table at the other ministers and growled, ‘Does anyone else think I’m looking pretty this morning?’ They stared glumly at their papers and mumbled, ‘No, prime minister.’