I speculate, briefly, on how different the world would be if it were run by women. In that world, if you were a lonely, horny woman, you’d see Blu-tacked postcards by Soho doorways that read, ‘Nice man in cardigan, 24, will talk to you about The Smiths whilst making you cheese-on-toast + come to parties with you. Apply within.’
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