Quoting Mr. Gebler: "Women...NOBODY likes them."

"It isn't just homosexuals who don't like women," Mr. Hoffman said. "Nobody likes them."

It's a line from a book by the long dead Ernest Gebler. It's out of print. Edna O'Brien, the wife who divorced him, is alive and well and most of her books are in print. She just put out a new one, to great praise.

Success is the best revenge, and women seem to have plenty of it.

But here's a twat who is a bit frustrated.

Instead of cleaning her stinking undies and drying them on the line, she has put the stained ones online. At $38.

They got taken down...BY EBAY.

She put them up again. She got them taken down again.

A big reason she was a two-time loser is that her buy-it-now price is ridiculously high, and her stinkers stay around long enough for even eBay employees to find and remove them

They warned her twice already. "Third time's the charm," she smirks.

Read that smug, obnoxious ad, and you might agree with Ernest Gebler. What's likable about this bitch?

What Gebler wrote was not mere misogyny. He was referring to specific traits of the female that people don't like. These traits are pretty obvious in the above ad.

Gebler was not fond of women who tease.

He did not like women who are bratty and spoiled and insist on doing what they please.

He did not like women who think their smelly underwear is worth $38.

He did not like women who dictate rules.

He did not like women who are spiteful and arrogant, and think everything they do is adorable.

He did not like women who expect to be coddled and "helped" simply because they've got "two lumps and a hole."

If you want to go beyond THIS particular bitch, you could fill an entire book with reasons women aren't liked.

He did not like women who think they got a honey pot between their legs that entitles them to half your money if they decide they no longer like you.

He did not like women who talk in a shrill, yammering voice about trifles.

He did not like women who fuss with a change purse and keep a queue waiting at the market while the idiot counts out endless pennies, and then rummages around for a coupon or two entitling her to a few pennies off.

He did not like women who lose their glove at the theater and expect YOU to find it.

Oh. That was Henry Higgins.

I have digressed.

What will happen to Miss Three-Times-a-Charm?

She'll have some stupid fools PM her begging her to lower her price, or give them a price list for texting or a phone call. She will scoff and tell them to BUY HER PANTIES first, and then talk other deals.

But her auction will end before she hooks any dummy into paying for her fishy loincloth.

Then the bitch will stamp her little feet, and stamp harder to learn she's finally suspended.

She might try using another alias but she'll discover that the MEN who deal with tech issues on eBay make sure that suspended sellers can't use the same credit card or address for a new account.

Obviously this bitch is too fugly to go to bars and get free drinks and even dinners. She's probably also too stuck up and annoying for any guy to tolerate, even if the result might be that she's face down and ass up. And so she'll have herself a tantrum and throw things, and maybe slap her chihuahua around until it crawls, shivering, into a corner and dies of internal hemorrhage.

She'll toss it in the garbage, as she did her last aborted baby. Then the phone will ring, and it will be her parents, and if they aren't mentioning that a cheque is in the mail to "help" her pay the rent while she "finds" herself, she'll cluck her tongue and hang up on them.

Then she'll call up some ex-boyfriend, tease him into forgiving her for all the times she cheated, and ask him to do something cool and impulsive, like taking her for a weekend holiday in Spain.

When he tries to put a move on her, she turns on him like a rabid rat, and says, "So, that's all you want from me!" She slaps him. He hits her. She collapses to the floor, shivering.

But let's have a nice ending. She grabs her pink cellphone, dials the police, they have the guy arrested, and she wins a huge settlement for pain and suffering, and is free to buy all the pretty panties she wants, which the store clerk always wraps up with lovely silver paper and huge bows. And she lives happily ever after.