Throw yourself under a boot…

I've never had a problem telling idiots to f*** off, so when I see accomplished peers winning their five minutes on the front page of The Guardian with faux outrage, I cringe. There is a huge difference between sex and sexism. Some creepy old dude sending you a creepy old dude’s message on Linkedin invites one of two responses, “blocked” or “when can we meet?” - depending on whether or not you find him attractive. Of course if you are concerned that a fool fancying you smacks of patriarchy and misogyny you can save your limited correspondence for an appropriate moment like Monica Lewinsky saved her cum covered dress: men be warned. But in a different world from Charlotte Proudman's appeal to the bored and the irritated lurk Femen.I never thought much of these topless agitators who burst onto our pages with their tight phrases and their tighter bodies, until this week, when two of them stormed a conference in Paris to protest misogyny in its gravest forms. The women, of Algerian and Tunisian backgrounds respectively, didn't like the question of the day, “is it ok to beat your wives?” and stormed a meeting to declare in French and Arabic that they were masters of their own destiny.Of course apologists have been quick to point out that beating your wives wasn't the only question on the table and one Imam didn't even think it was a good thing… But these pesky militants were having none of it. As I watched men race to physically stamp on these determined women I saw the perfection of this female rebellion: tits and attitude. No guns, no machetes, no bombs - just a rallying cry of freedom. I hear you my sisters. And I am proud to be one of you: even as I recognize that I do not have your vision or your courage. I hope the men that beat you are prosecuted. But even if they're not - you have highlighted the absurdity of inequality so gross we dare not interrogate it; you have countered the darker recesses of an ideology you could have sought refuge in; you have fallen under the jackboot of oppression to raise the eyes of all that refuse to look. I salute you.