Legend.

Chivalry didn't die when the bras started burning, it just took

a severe kick in the nuts.

I have a memory burned into my scone of walking into a

restaurant with my wife, feeling someone behind me and holding

the door open for them as well.

A thoroughly modern (1975) lady looked at me as she pushed

past and called me a "patronising male cu*t".

The joys of radical feminism.

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Calm, quiet, smooth, devastating