Adam’s Rib Fracture

Why do men hate women? Is it because we desire them? Because we feel they have some power over us? Because they arouse in us feelings that disgust us? Is it because they carry all life inside of them, and we carry nothing? Is it simply familiarity? Is it ignorance? Is it fear? Is this hatred, like aggression itself, an inescapable part of the (male) human condition? And yet, dotted here and there amidst the population are men who don’t hate women. Men who treat women with respect. Men who don’t feel hatred. What separates these two kinds of men? Until we can answer that question, male surgeons will continue to oppress their female juniors, legislation be damned.

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Louie, Louie You’re Gonna Die

I am a member of that rapidly disintegrating generation raised on reruns of Mutual Of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom - a TV wildlife series that commenced screening in 1963. One of the things that most impressed me as a young viewer was just how wild the kingdom actually was. The level of savagery unleashed by a marauding lion upon the last antelope left standing in God’s own high-stakes version of musical chairs was breathtaking. No quarter was given. No mercy shown. The efficiency of the killing machine had to be seen to be believed. This was the ultimate in the summary injustice that was (and remains) the hallmark of an uncaring natural order. Equally lacking in the niceties one would normally associate with the creation of new life was the act of coition itself – every bit as harsh, violent, predatory and shockingly sudden as the kill – indeed, the very epitome of Hobbes’ immortal description of the natural state: Solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short.

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Damien

Perhaps it was the name that was to blame. He’d never liked it. Damien. A name that had about it the whiff of preciousness – a sheltered, brattish quality that smacked of the silver spoon. A name normally set aside for volunteers at classical FM stations, solitary philatelists and B-grade badminton players. Not the sort of boy he was. Or, at the very least, the sort of boy he thought he was. Or the sort he wanted others to think he was. Detective Sergeant Nankervis’s eyes looked up from the keyboard upon which she tapped out – with two manicured index fingers – the facts that, like dog-urine, delineated the perimeter of his existence.

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A Salute To Heterodoxy

There is a famous photograph – perhaps not as famous as it should be – taken in 1936 at the port of Hamburg , Germany. It shows a large crowd of dock-workers with a forest of arms raised in the Nazi salute. Just to the right of centre (ironically) stands a man with both arms folded resolutely, perhaps even defiantly across his chest. It seems extraordinary that some 80 years on, we still know about this man (August Landmesser) for no reason other than his refusal to follow the herd. Most of us are not blessed with Landmesser’s courage. If we were, self-evidently, there would be no herd to defy. And yet today the name Landmesser elicits not even a nod of recognition.

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The Sheep of Faith

It was Thomas Jefferson, referencing the First Amendment of the United States Constitution in an 1802 letter to the Danbury Baptist Association, who first coined the term ‘separation between church and state’. And, for some considerable period of time, it appeared that what Jefferson had put asunder, no man could unite. Until Donald Trump, Harvey Weinstein and Cardinal Pell forged a phallic link that transcended all such constraints. How ironic that these three great institutions – the Church, the State and the Theatre – should be united in the unholy patrimony of ejaculation. For, of all the institutions that have been ravaged by the pox of priapism, it is these three that stand little head and shoulders above the rest, fully erect in their shame.

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Don't Feed the Bears

In his 2005 documentary, Grizzly Man, Werner Herzog brings us the true story of Timothy Treadwell, a conservationist who chose to live amongst a sleuth of wild grizzly bears on an Alaskan reserve. Over a number of years, through close contact with, observation and husbanding of these bears, Treadwell came to believe that he had finally bridged that elusive gap between man and beast. Until they devoured him. With the advent of the #metoo age, I’ve had much cause to ponder the lessons of Timothy Treadwell’s story.

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