A Little Bit of Friday Sexism.

A while ago, a friend of mine who’d recently split up with his better half described her as ‘The Orwellian Girlfriend’.

This, he explained, was because she always wanted to know what he was thinking, because she made him feel like a criminal for wanting sex and because she wouldn’t have rested until she’d turned him against all of his best friends.

I thought this was a fine bit of misogynistic wit, coming as it had from a blubbering mess of a man who’d obviously too much drink on him and was in danger of toppling the barstool upon which he was so precariously perched.
So naturally as a token of my appreciation, I bought him another pint.