Not all men? I'm losing confidence in this idea
The Epstein files tell us who men really are - maybe we should believe them.
I’ve heard it said that if you want to see inside the male psyche all you have to do is look at porn, but this week, you can save yourself the trouble and look at the Epstein files, although I’m not sure which is worse. Reading about them, and seeing photos - in particular that one of a leering Andrew crouching over a very small bodied woman, possibly a girl, lying motionless on the floor - has made me feel absolutely disgusted, and I’m allowed to say that, although if I told you looking at majority of porn also made me feel disgusted, I’d get called Mary Whitehouse, or prudish, or a shrivelled up old hag, I’m sure. Nevertheless, looking at the majority of porn also makes me feel disgusted. So I said it. So what.
I’m tired of playing along, and I’m tired of the constant way in which female voices of dissent at the way men are conducting themselves are met with a chorus of ‘not all men’, or are shamed and silenced, and labelled as militant feminist killjoy man-hating spoil sports. Call me that this week. I don’t care. I want to spoil their sports. All of them.
The Epstein files have revealed, as the journalist Helen Rumbelow puts it in this excellent piece in The Times, a ‘hidden world oiled by
