Yesterday was International Women's day. Cue all the part time feminists of the chattering classes to come out of the woodwork for a bit of man-bashing over imagined injustice to themselves, and all the lad-mag readers to act in stereotypically low-foreheaded style in response. Sigh. "Why isn't there an International Man's Day?" they ask, as if to produce an example of injustice. Since a very quick Google search tells anyone with a bit of curiosity that there is such a day, draw your own conclusions as to their intelligence.
Personally I find the whole thing annoying. Ooh look, the girls have their own day on which women's collectives can stage ethnic dance festivals in the street and everyone can witter aimlessly about how disadvantaged women are in the Third World!
It would all mean something, except today, the day after, it's back to business as usual.
I saw a statistic yesterday, that only 7% of reported rape cases involving women victims in the UK result in a conviction. Not encouraging, is it.
For statistics like that to change we don't need yesterday to be International Women's Day. We need every day to be an International Women's Day.