A daguerreotype of my great grandfather, in an oval frame up on the wall
looks down on me as I type these words, and I can see a sly smile on his
lips.
What saddens me most, in this affair, is not that I am discussing
radical feminist politics, but that I am forced to do my duty as one who
was raised to be a gentleman and now the eldest surviving member of an
old grazier family, doing what my duty demands. Women, any woman
regardless of their class position, cannot be treated in this way. It is
simply intolerable and unacceptable. What sort of society is it that we
live in, when even its ruling class heirs find it to be intolerable and
unacceptable and must speak up in protest.
My niece, when asked by her father what she wanted for her 21st birthday
asked for a stock whip. He had a very fine stock whip made for her.
Needless to say she was a resident at the women's college at Sydney
University and it was implicitly obvious what she had intended this whip
for. She is now back at Sydney Uni doing a grad medical degree, so if
Joe Hockey feels safe to walk onto the campus, he had best be aware that
he might find himself being castrated by a feminist medical student with
a stock whip.
My niece is a feminist and my nephew will speak up against homophobia
and for gay rights and both are vocally anti-racist. I guess my
generation managed to get something right.
On Wed, 2009-11-11 at 09:24 +1100, Caleb Cluff wrote:
> It absolutely has, Chris. Vile outdated places, and St Pauls is the worst
> offender.
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