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So what happened then? Bill?
I brilliantly satirised patriarchal masculinities by - and this is the really cunning bit - behaving just like a testosterone-fuelled trouble-starting arsehole. It was a damning critique of the state of contemporary gender relations. And I'm sure people knew that too. I don't think for a moment anyone thought I was stupid / pissed enough to try to start on two blokes simply because they got served before me when I'd been waiting ages. The best bit was that when I was inevitably called a "caahnt" (like it was a bad thing), I could take it as a compliment, 'cos all these Barbie discussions on gender and stuff have allowed me to reclaim my "caahnt"ishness in the face of hegemonic opprobrium. And even though I got rather than gave a tiny amount of physical stuff, they left the pub, whereas I did not. That makes me the Daddy, cos I didn't run away, heh heh heh. |
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