You can’t ban women from the workplace in the West as some Middle Eastern countries effectively do, but what you can do, since the onset of mass transophilia in the foremost institutions and corporations of this country, is frustrate female progress by taking many of the most well-paid, high-profile jobs created for women. It would be no surprise to me if the first ‘female’ leader of the Labour Party had a penis.
Unlike other halfwits, Bergdorf doesn’t question the femaleness of great women in history; rather, they play the race-grifter card on the suffragettes. It’s typical of these queer narcissists that the astonishing bravery of the Pankhursts and their girl gang – who routinely faced imprisonment and torture – means nothing to them. Aristocratic suffragettes gave up their class privilege in order to stand shoulder to shoulder with housemaids and mill-girls. Bergdorf still stinks of the male privilege he had when he was born Ian Beaumont to middle-class parents in the village of – wait for it – Stansted Mountfitchet. They probably think that ‘force-feeding’ means being slipped a few carbs before Marbs by a negligent friend.
‘Transwomen’ are doing so well – promoted and published laughably beyond their capabilities – because they really do have the best of both worlds, despite their desire to take top prize at the Victimhood Olympics. They are not concerned with feminism, so they can suck up to men in the way real women once had to. They play the dupes like fiddles, to be fair. ‘Transwomen’ are what a certain sort of angry little man wishes women were still like. Why can’t all feminists be nude models who run club nights called Pussy Palace, as Bergdorf did? What is sexual harassment for us is sexual affirmation for them, as witnessed in that super-creepy piece by Paris Lees in which they gloried in being ‘sexually objectified and treated like a piece of meat’. What a relief this must be to men who are fuming that cat-calling is no longer considered a top turn-on by real women.
I was going to say she nails it in a nutshell. But it's less a nutshell, and more an entire family pack of mixed nuts, shelled, salted, and handed out on a golden plate studded with diamonds.