Jim Hopkins, bravely making the world safe from cartoon characters.
In a column thankfully low on wince-inducing puns ("Tamikaze" was actually quite clever), Jimbo fearlessly takes on "the Spanish inquisitors of our age" -- the hairy-legged, manifesto-pushing, man-hating feminists who want to take over society and make sure men are never in charge of anything again. Which would be brave and all if they, y'know, actually existed.
Sure, you get the extremists, as you do in any movement. The SCUM Manifesto aside, I've read the stuff from separatist nutjobs who claim that all acts of penetration are an invasion of a woman's body, and that even if a woman initiates, consents to and enjoys sex, she's actually still a rape victim. Which goes entirely against other conceptions of feminism I've heard that say it's all about women being able to make decisions for themselves as complete individuals and what. Don't ask me if it's possible for a man to be a feminist -- I asked that in a Philosophical Issues in Feminism tutorial many years ago, and still haven't got a clear answer. With so many different meanings and definitions, feminism is fast become as meaningless a phrase as that "PC" business Jim Lad's always going on about...
Oh, and speaking of cartoon characters, our favourite P-head's been given life. For killing samurai swords, apparently. Still going with the crazy angle, I see:
[The judge] said a minimum non-parole period of 20 years was appropriate at which point Dixon interrupted from the dock.
"Bring back the electric chair," he said and applauded.
I'm assuming he followed this with "I'm a dolphin who's never tasted melted snow. What does the color blue taste like? Bobo knows. I must speak with the dolphins now. Eee-ee-ee-eek!"
Yeah, that's right, motherfucker -- a Hudson Hawk reference. I so went there.