In which Godfrey Tudor-Matthews finds himself in a bit of a sticky wicket
Perhaps we should thank our patriarchal stars that the word “arsehole” can be properly applied to persons of any gender. Otherwise Eureka’s self-appointed English language police might get his knickers in a bunch when trying to appease Teh Feminists who’ve all but ruined the mother tongue.
Oh, how our English ancestors would bemoan this wretched place! Where gentleman newspaper editors play yes men to the weaker sex who’ve gone mad and traded their petticoats for a position on the board, disrupting long-standing usage of the term “chairman” in favor of the all-encompassing “chairperson.” Poor Godfrey feels “neutered” now that the ladies have shunned the corset and fainting couch.
The wenches will never be satisfied, Godfrey weeps, until scarcely a titillating bosom can be detected from beneath a politically correct unisex garment.
But joshing aside, any bloke who fancies a word like “gynepologist” is waving more than just a wooden stick. That man is clearly a wanker.
We would chide him for being wordy, but are hesitant to embarrass the little dickens.