After writing my original article entitled Germaine Greer is a Cunt, I did some research on the dear lady doctor. After all, I did come at “Dr.” Greer like a venomous Ferrari (I’m sure I’m not the first — if you know what I sexually mean), and I didn’t want to sound half-cocked. I’m a man. If I’m going to sound anything it’s going to be all-cocked and I want to know about it first.

Not only did I discover that I was completely right in saying Germaine Greer is a cunt and also everything else I say about women not being as good as men, but I also found that Germaine Greer is even cuntier than I implied.

And she’s a whore.

Before I get into that, let me just say for the record that Germaine Greer has a nose like the cartoon version of Laurel from Laurel and Hardy. On a man it looks humourous, whimsical, and occasionally mischievous; on a woman, however — especially one as old and turkey chinned as “Dr.” Greer — it looks trashy and whorish, which she obviously is.

No woman has ever gotten to be a feminist without whoring the fuck out of herself for a good six or seven years prior. That’s why they turn into feminists. Five guys in one night, five guys at a time; your average feminist has fucked every combination she can count too and Greer is no exception. That’s why feminists (and specifically Greer) say they’re so comfortable in a world built by men for men. It’s because they’ve most likely fucked the sexual tension out of any situation.

Sounds like a pretty wild allegation doesn’t it? Well I have man proof. That’s the best kind of proof.

During her college years in like 65 BC, “Dr.” Greer joined a student acting troupe. I don’t know about you, but where I come from the only reason women join acting groups is because they want to sit on the casting couch. Whoring and attention whoring are pretty much the same thing anyway. I’ve man-proven elsewhere women can’t act anyway, so let’s just agree to agree and call that Exhibit A.

As Exhibit B, I present this anecdotal remark on a younger student Greer from one of her lady professors:

Germaine was explaining that there could be no liberation for women, no matter how highly educated, as long as we were required to cram our breasts into bras constructed like mini-Vesuviuses, two stitched white cantilevered cones which bore no resemblance to the female anatomy.

I’ve heard a lot of come-ons in my day. I’m a man after all and I wear a tie. That means women are coming on to me all the time. Try it for yourself. Fuck, wear a tie to the beach — just Speedos and a tie. You’ll need a lifeguard just to keep you from drowning in women. Actually, women are most likely coming on to you all the time anyway. As a man you just don’t notice because you’re too busy thinking of shit that matters, like getting a job or keeping a job by not fucking up. Women don’t have that option; thinking or not fucking up.

Do women look at your eyes or specifically avoid your gaze? Those are both classic female come-ons. Another classic female come-on is constantly ranting and raving about their breasts. Are they too big, are they too small? Do you not care for them, could they use a lift or a stuffing? Do you love them? Can they be aptly or cutely described by a volcano metaphor a fucking ten year old might concoct on a bad day?

There’s no better way for a woman to get attention from men than by talking about her tits. Just ask the America’s Women’s World Cup team — or Germaine Greer the student.

That’s strike one and strike two. In the whore game, that’s all you get. That’s a good thing too because Exhibit C is Greer’s own quote from a 1971 interview in the New York Times confessing that she was once a traveling unpaid sex toy for any and all bands; a period she calls her supergroupie phase. As a man, I am naturally more skilled than “Dr.” Greer at not inventing words where perfectly applicable ones already exist. That’s a waste of fucking time. In this case wanton, promiscuous slut seems appropriate.

Naturally, exhibits D through F are Greer’s advice to young women in Sex and Destiny to give up celibacy, monogamy, and finally to drink their own fucking menstrual blood — I assume that’s her homeopathic method of checking for STD’s.

And you thought the clitoris/penis thing was bad.

Germaine Greer is the real-life nightmare of every filthy, drugged up, and well abused whore who’s ever been typecast. She has no business speaking.

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