Germaine Greer Puts Her Foot In It
Germaine Greer, for the record, is a Real Feminist who dwells smack in the middle of feminism's radical core -- quite unlike those friendly, earnest feminists outliers you might know, who inhabit the "fluffy fringe" in the the Oort cloud of the feminist solar system. Now, you would need to run at least fifty earnest feminists through your garlic press to extract the quantity of anti-male venom concentrated in a feminist like Greer, so you might think that the earnest feminists aren't worth much in the feminist scheme of things. Yet they play a vital role in providing camouflage. For while it is true that feminism would amount to very little if the radical man-haters didn't exist, it is equally true that feminism couldn't survive for long at all if those legions of fluffy earnest ones were not hanging around confusing the issue in the popular mind.
Anyhow, Germaine Greer has made a bloody jackass of herself. See here:
Ahhh. . . the grande olde dame is still the focus for attention, eh? Mind you, back in her brash young revolutionary days she was the focus for spread-legged porno shots, but heavens . . . let us now make proper allowance for what is due to her dignified time of life, yes?