“If you’re not outraged,” read the quote beneath the Venus symbol on my waitress’s T-shirt the other day, “you’re not paying attention.” Chance would be a fine thing.
I realise women are no longer society’s victims-in-chief – toppled, as we have been, by the trans brigade – but it’s hard to imagine female outrage getting much more attention than it does now. Whether it’s galvanising every leading lady in film, TV and advertising campaigns, or being cynically commoditised by the makers of T-shirts like my waitress’s, that outrage is everywhere.
And I can’t work myself up into a matching state when the targets seem to include Mother Nature (why should we suffer the indignity of periods, childbirth…