“I’m less and less convinced by the role of The Cool Girlfriend.
While she is a modern, western invention, swept in with the light, but surprisingly pervasive enthusiasm for the equality of the sexes, the role is in fact regressive, suppressive and deeply imbalanced. Gone it seems, is the Bullish Nagging Wife figure, whipping with a dish cloth, the empty door frame, where her husband should be at this time of night. But far worse is her replacement; The Cool Girlfriend, who is a gorgeous size zero, and cool with her guy staying out, sleeping around, and blacking out with his phone turned to silent…while she is inevitably left to choose the colour of the cushions, oh and find a solution to the refugee crisis, alone.
Sister! Are you good to go, or just easy to leave?
It might have been nice to have a sober, informed and responsible partner with whom to talk things through, and share that burden with, but hey, Europe’s cool about it, it’s no biggie. This ‘no problem babe, just call when you need me’ attitude is going to result in a break up. Britain’s going to wake up in its dirty underwear with no electricity, sad and lonely, and OK, the Bull may have lost her figure, but mate take a look in the mirror! Britain! It’s time to turn your phone on, get engaged, and grow up.”