The Feminist Riposte of the Manwhore

Using feminist ideology to justify casual sex

Setting: It’s 4.20am and the lights go on in trendy bar/club in Old Street.

Manwhore: So where do you live? – I live by Islington tube 10 minutes taxi ride from here but I’m easy if you want to go to yours instead.

Girl: I’m sorry; I can’t go home with you, I’m not the sort of girl who goes home with a guy the night they meet them. You can take my number if you want though…

Manwhore: Why that’s just ridiculous and here’s why. By nor sleeping with me now you are bowing to 2000 years of patriarchal oppression of your sex. You clearly want to have sex with me but you think that society will judge you for it. Women over the past 100 years have died for equality, died for the vote and your sexual emancipation so that you have the freedom to follow your instincts free from fear of being stoned to death. Yet here you are worrying about your f*cking numbers simultaneously giving a fat two fingers to everything your sisters have fought for. Do you think men do the same? Do you think men curtail their enjoyment because their friends will think them slutty? No?! Exactly! – don’t repress yourself – F*CK!

Girl: Why that little diatribe was nothing if not well practiced, and while your rhetoric is delivered with such passion I cannot help but feel a deep lying vested interest rests at the heart of your argument. Therefore I can only suggest this solution to alley my fears. Come back to me when you have a daughter, and if you give her the same speech you just gave me with the same verve and enthusiasm then I will f*ck you on the spot faster than you can say Emily Wilding Davison. Until then – may your balls go blue.