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Back when I was a boy, I mean, when I was raised gender-neutrally in the seventies in a crazy Communist household on equal doses of faux feminism, psychotic rape fantasies on my mother's side and being slapped around by my father in spite of all my terrified and complacent obedience, all the while we were supposed to call them by their names so as not to incur in the forbidden authoritarian use of Mum and Dad;

and later when I was a Left extreme bad-ass (or hang-around) in the late eighties:

during that wave of feminism and in its wake, we were all supposed to acquire male virtues and leave our feminine side behind. We wore jeans, of course, and never ever dressed up. Colours were out of the question.

We hit first if necessary, and we stood up for ourselves all the time (after the passing of childhood, that is). I still do, except for the jeans part.

It took me half a century to find my voice as a soprano and take my place amongst the most feminine and bitchy lot in the choirs. It was only when I became a mother that I realised the wonders of being a woman. Wonder Woman.

When feminism came back to my great surprise a few years ago, and now that it is sweeping through institutions and public opinion across the Western world, the tables have turned: This time around, everyone has to emulate feminine virtues of old:

We should all be prudish at all times.

Men best not be manly, and they should be ashamed of themselves at any rate.

Fluid means donning a dress and flowing towards femininity. Gender-bending is a one-way road towards the sex in charge.

And every man and his dog (including the State) want to take the mother's place, pretending to have gone through the hardships of child birth and having housed the little ones inside them for nine wonderful months.

Just like we were all supposed to take over male privileges and manly behaviour in those far-gone times that introduced me to the world, now it is everybody's law-given right, self-righteous claim and moral obligation to be non-men, as the Danish Left would have it.

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