He's bonkers. He's a dear old-fashioned chauvinist of the first order, |
He's bonkers. He's a dear old-fashioned chauvinist. Poor, miserable old bat. There's no hope for him. |
He's bonkers. He's a dear, old fashioned chauvinist of the first order, |
Let's face it, there are no plain women on television. |
Poor, miserable old bat. What he ought to be saying is how nice it is to have women around the office. He's never seen the point of women in positions of seniority. There's no hope for him. |
The world men inhabit is rather bleak. It is a world full of doubt and confusion, where vulnerability must be hidden, not shared; where competition, not co-operation, is the order of the day; where men sacrifice the possibility of knowing their own children and sharing in their upbringing, for the sake of a job they may have chosen by chance, which may not suit them and which in many cases dominates their lives to the exclusion of much else. |
We're always asking each other to borrow stuff. |
We're very pushed to have our grades on target so we can play. We have to make sure all our homework is done. |