Several times in the past few days I have heard them.
They come onto various panel discussions and start bleating about their favourite hobbyhorse.
“There should be more women in politics” they cry. “We should have a gender quota” they whinge.
I categorically refuse to vote for anyone based on the arrangement of their genital area. It makes no sense. Why should the fact that someone has a pair of knockers [or not] qualify them as a candidate in an election?
I may have touched on this subject before, as I think I vaguely remember pointing out that the women who have inhabited the Dail for the last few years are hardly a good advertisement for their gender.
Mary ‘Mad Cow’ Harney? The only thing she is a good advertisement for is a pizza shop.
Mary ‘Attila the Hun’ Hanafin? She is more masculine than most of the blokes around.
Mary ‘Bimbo’ Coughlan? There is a magnificent example of brain power if ever I saw it.
Need I go on?
There were a few that I had a grudging respect for. Joan Burton was one. She seemed to have a level head on her and she wasn’t afraid of speaking out. I saw her on the television last night and by God my eyes were opened. I don’t know if her hormones were a drop astray or what, but she went ballistic with a display of petty temper tantrums, peevishness and outright aggression. I used to know a woman [or I think she was a woman] who was a manager. She had three modes of operation. She was all flirty and sickly sweet, which was a nauseating sight to behold. Or she was all sulky. Or if all else failed she collapsed into floods of tears. She put me off women in power for the rest of my life. Watching Burton last night reminded me of that manager.
So here is a message to all you women who think that token females are a good idea.
I’ll go along with it on one condition.
All candidates must have their credentials on full display.
Even then I doubt I’ll vote for ‘em.