There's nothing worse...

...than potboilers that don't boil the pot.

The Misandrist

The Misandrist

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  Now I know what the shrill, hysterical, PC uber alles brigade will say.  You’ll say, between mouthfuls of gender studies argot, that the latest hefty, meaty tome from my desk is nothing but a swollen tribute to my manhood.  Bollocks, my friend.  I might be offended if it wasn’t so obvious that you have difficulty with the ironic mode.  My purpose is to see through the hypocrisy, and to help other people see through the hypocrisy, by lighting up the bleakness with laughter.  I’m not some monstrous phallocrat trying to reassert the mores of an antiquated male supremacy, or whatever ludicrous Bond villain goal you’ve attributed to me.  You can get those silly ideas right out of your pretty little head.