So, if I asked you what words pops into your head when I say feminist: you’d say heavy tweed and short hair? Of course you would, its only natural. Alright, I’m kidding. However, I have been informed that the 2 are not intrinsically linked. (Although there has been no creditable research to confirm such information.)

Men! What do these ‘feminists’ want? They seem to have the blood of the French Revolution running through their veins because they want ‘equality.’ It is easy to laugh, indeed I have done so on many an occasion, for have they forgotten that ‘fraternity’ (brotherhood) was also 1/3 of the revolutionary demands. How do you explain that one, huh? See! The feminists have no answer!

I am not sexist. I have seen Pretty Woman twice and am partial to ice cream on occasion, but is there not a part of every man, and dare I say it, a part of most women, that crawls and winces at the phrase: ‘house husband’? Apart from its alliterative qualities, it epitomizes everything wrong in the society in which we live. We live in a world of inversion or paradoxes. Please let the ‘90s man’ be seen as the dated cassette it is, and not turn it into the retro vinyl the feminists would like it to become.

I remember when returning from the delightful quiet seaside resort of Magaloof, on what was supposedly a reputable airline, and disaster struck. After the air-steward had made his speech I thought I was losing my mind when I heard a female voice announce: “Hello, this your captain.” I forget what she said next, such was the shock of the revelation. I mean am I really the only person that thinks this is absurd? I mean, a FEMALE PILOT! Think about it- “This is your captain Cindy. Sorry for the delay but I just had to finish my magazine and we will be making an unscheduled stop to pick up my kids”- This, my friends, is progress?

Now, of course women should be allowed jobs. I’m as liberal as the next man, (apart from that Bush character, I mean he’s got some out there notions). But the key phrase is ‘realism in employment.’ No-one would suggest that I should become a baker or a chef, and not just because I can’t cook, but because I am male. Actually, some chefs are male…. But the point is that it is simply a matter of knowing our limits. Until then the world is not safe.
Next time I shall tackle some less sensitive subjects of homosexuality… so be sure to check in. And ladies, you maybe surprised to hear that I’m single, so get in contact.

Roberto