With an essay to plug and a career to build, Louis Nowra (who he?) emerged from nowhere and accused Greer, the author of a book that inspired millions of women around the world, of being “hopelessly middle-class”. The evidence he provides is that she, horror of horrors, confused poor working-class wimmin with her book “with its many quotes from Nietzsche, Blake and Shakespeare”.
Speaking as a working-class woman who left school at 16, I didn’t read the Greer until many years after its 1970 publication, but I was reading Nietzche, Blake and Shakespeare in my teens. So were many of my peers. One did that in those days. Britain had a first class culture, a state education system that rivalled the best public schools, a fascinating and informative media, and people in charge of bits of the BBC who cared about culture and society. The writers we didn’t know we could always look up, also having an excellent library system. Louis, when I saw discussion in the old New Musical Express about an author called William Burroughs, it didn’t scare me. I simply went out and read him.
Louis finds the current state of things not worth challenging because “young women today love shopping more than ever”. His accusations of misogyny sound very stupid coming from someone who sees botox injections as a “rite of passage”.
Yes, Greer does tacky reality shows. Yes she’s shrill. Yes, most definitely, she annoys the hell out of me. But after making such a massive contribution so young, she’s earned it. She may be a batty publicity-hungry once-glorious figure, but she’s OUR batty … etc. We’ll be our own Blue Maenyads, thanks ever so much. We don’t need no bloke teaching granny how to rip our icons apart.
Geezers who reckon they know what makes a woman tick better than women themselves need to be strapped to a ticking time-bomb and sent on walkabout in the middle of the outback. Louis — you’re simply trolling. And you’re SO totally pwned.
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