After you’ve swallowed the Red Pill, it’s impossible not to notice that anti-male sexism is rife.
It has become my custom to repair to one of Bedford’s hostelries for a couple of hours on a Friday or Saturday evening, in order to read the latest edition of The Spectator at leisure, with a half pint of real ale (sometimes two, if it’s a particularly warm evening).
This evening I went into a pub towards the end of the High St. I can’t recall the name, but it’s the one opposite a bakery where they sell my adopted county’s impressive contribution to world cusine, the Bedfordshire Clanger. Two barmaids in their 20s were clearly unable to see me behind the bar, seeking a drink, even though I was wearing my conference polo shirt. Their visual problems didn’t extend to younger people in general, or women in particular, I noticed, so let me add the charge of ageism to that of sexism.
On my way home I dropped into Lidl for a couple of essential items, one of them being roasted almonds. Only one check-out was open, and I reached the end of the conveyor belt shortly after a young woman (30ish?) with a shopping trolley full to the brim with goods. Whenever I’m in situations such as this, with a full trolley, if there’s someone behind me with only an item or two, I always invite them to go before me, whether a man or a woman. I’ve seen many men do the same, but I cannot recall a woman ever doing so. I’m sure it happens, but I’d guess rarely. It’s just one of countless examples of everyday sexism.
As she was nearing the end of the checkout operation, Entitlement Princess sauntered off to continue her shopping, leaving me – and two or three people behind me, by this stage – fuming. I’ve seen many women do this, and no men. Some minutes later she returned with a lettuce, and couldn’t be bothered to apologise for having inconvenienced anyone.
It’s time for a display of a fine masculine quality, stoicism, as I reflect on the immortal words of Battery Sergeant Major Tudor Bryn Williams (Windsor Davies) in the classic BBC sitcom It Ain’t Half Hot Mum (1974-81):
Oh dear. How sad. What a pity. Never mind.
I appear to have digressed again. In the current edition of The Spectator there’s an excellent piece by Peter Oborne, The new dodgy dossiers. The subtitle is:
The Chancellor and PM are using every dirty trick in the Blairite book to win a Remain vote.
Amen to that. By the time taxpayer-funded government narratives supporting ‘Remain’ have been dissected in detail, and proven to have been a tissue of lies, the British people will have voted to remain in the EU, if current polls (and bookmakers’ odds) are anything to go by.
