In her Labour conference speech today Harriet Harman ( class warrior educated at St Paul’s School for Girls) devoted most of her tedious diatribe to attacking young ladies who did not enjoy her privileged upbringing but earn a good whack as page 3 birds . Privileged Harman wishes to deny them that opportunity while telling the rest of us what we can or cannot read in a newspaper. But of course like all good lefties she knows best.
But to lighten the tone she also discussed want she wants in a man.
“Because, let’s be honest, what most women want is not a man who ties you to the bed, but one who unstacks the dishwasher while you watch the Great British Bake Off.”
I suspect most men would feel that if shacked up with Ms Harman we would rather stick our head in the dishwasher than go anywhere near the bedroom. It is all the stuff of nightmares. It rather reminds me of the Winston Churchill, Lady Astor exchange.
Lady Astor: “If you were my husband, I’d poison your tea,”
WC: “Madam, if you were my wife, I’d drink it!”
Ms Harman’s husband (who must have been laughing out loud at Hattie’s little joke) is of course a TUC high flyer Jack Dromey who, late in life, became a Labour MP when a seat which had been told to have a women only short-list was ordered to change its rules.
All are equal but some are rather more equal than others. Power to the people. Up the workers. Etc, etc.