Pussy Provocateur Germaine Greer Shits on Elton John

Well, what's an old bag to do?

You remember Germaine Greer? Probably not.

When the term "feminism" first wafted its fishy scent, Germaine was "the better looking one." This was compared to Betty Friedan. She was still "not so hot," compared to Gloria Steinem.

With Greer, people were amused that a tolerably attractive chick who looked like she could be in "Deep Throat" was bitching about the right of women to bitch.

As you see on the right, she once had that flinty "did she do porn" look.

She wrote a book in the early 70's, and who the fuck knows what she's done since, except make a living by yammering. And in order to be paid to yammer, you have to be a PROVOCATEUR.

In other words, you have to be Piers Morgan with a vagina.

(I know, don't we already have that. Please, I try to keep a higher level of snarkiness).

The only reason this nag got to the Hay Festival, was on the promise that she'd deliver some quotable lines on easy targets. And she did.

Aside from mewling that Jane Fonda's had plastic surgery to still look pretty, (when she should instead be wrinkled, frumpy, and not be able to earn a living?), Greer groused on Elton and on Ireland:

Har har to her.

You do what you have to do. Even if it's a cheap shot. At least it's quotable. In the case of the idiotic Elton couple, SOMEBODY had to be listed as "mother" on the birth certificate, right? SOMEBODY usually wants to be "husband" and the other "wife." It's amusing that traditional names (husband, wife, marriage) are important to people who otherwise think that society should have no rules at all and no standards of morality, logic or tradition.

Her remark on Ireland is similarly facetious. A view (however loopy) on whether an unborn spot of egg pulp has rights, or is even a person before birth, has nothing to do with a view on whether two faggots can marry and later adopt a dollop that two people decided they didn't want.

Fer Chrissake, on that one, Germaine was comparing, if not apples and oranges, fruits and fetuses. The important thing is SHE GOT PAID. It makes up for her not publishing books and not, apparently, being able to rely on a husband to pay the beauty parlor bills. Oh, forgot...she ain't been to a beauty parlor in 50 years.