Feminism, Feminism (Whoa oh here she comes, she’s a Man Hater)

Ay up. Fancy seeing you here. I can’t think why you’ve suddenly decided to join me.
“Feminists hate men.”
We know this fact is true because some man, somewhere, (in Summertime?) said so. Then some other men repeated it. What are us men like eh? Repeating word for word what some man says?
The fact became truer (or should that be the truth became factor?) when some women repeated it. What are you women like eh? Repeating word for word what some man says?
“Dude, Feminists hate men,” has caused much damage.
Men’s interactions with women have become increasingly difficult to navigate. Verbal stuff like “No thank-you,” or “I’d rather not,” or body language stuff like a woman fidgeting in a way that suggests she finds you physically repulsive. What does it all mean? We don’t understand. Trying to ‘read’ women is an absolute fucking nightmare.
All thanks to “Oh my God-duh, Feminists so hate men.”
Luckily for us men a very wise person once said, “It is a truth universally acknowledged that everything is shit easy to understand when reduced to multiple choice with no wrong answers.”
There is a scene in the film The Bride of Frankenstein that perfectly illustrates this tried and tested theory, and provides us mendem an opportunity to practice reading womendem. By the way, The Bride of Frankenstein is a 1935 film starring Elsa Lancaster and Boris Karloff (yes, in that order) and is a sequel to 1931’s Frankenstein.
The scenario: Dr Frankenstein and Dr Pretorius have arranged a blind date between Mr Creature and Ms Bride.
The Question: Why did Ms Bride reject Mr Creature’s romantic advances?
