Kids' stuff
Sir: Pamela Riley claims (Letters, 19 Octo- ber) that I refer to myself as a `kid' at 32. I do not. I was referring to my staff at the
Modern Review — 'a bunch of kids' who were and are being prosecuted by Robert Maxwell for stealing 32 pieces of paper. I was not involved in this heinous theft, and therefore am not one of the defendants.
The young people involved range in age from 21 to 27, and I at my advanced age reserve the right to call them kids if I so wish. Personally I was born a grande dame, and have nothing against the elderly. What I do object to is people, men or women, banging on about the state of their innards, as Germaine Greer now does. I suppose we can next expect a treatise on the prostate that curse of aging men — from Robert Bly or a similar loon. Really, why encourage them?
Talking about one's reproductive organs has become the feminist equivalent of talk- ing about the weather. It's boring.
Julie Burchill
The Modern Review, 6 Hopgood Street, London W12
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