Those of you who know me well will realize that any signs of feminism that might make themselves felt in the mind of Crox are soon tempered by the brute facts of biology.
Equality of opportunity, equality in the workplace, equality in the home – well, I’m for all these things. What sane person wouldn’t be?
But the fact remains that there are verifiable, biological differences between men and women that affect many aspects of our lives, and we would be foolish to ignore them. Insurers, for example, know what they are about, and they have long known that women and men have different rates of life expectancy, and tend to suffer disproportionately from different diseases. Although the Reaper is rigorously gender-neutral in the end, overwhelmingly more men than women die from prostate cancer, and (bear in mind that this is a wild guess supported by no evidence whatsoever) every person who dies from cervical or ovarian cancer is a woman.
It’s also the case that most motor accidents involve and are caused by young men – overwhelmingly so. Which is why insurers know that women drivers can, and should, be offered discounts. This kind of discrimination is supported by scientific evidence: and as women are more careful drivers, it is only fair that they shouldn’t be expected to foot the bills for accidents caused by boy racers. And yet the European Union, in all its cretinous, drooling, self-serving, irksomely meddlesome yet hogwhimperingly inept unwisdom, aims to change all that, with rules that will outlaw gender-based discrimination in the insurance industry. To my mind this flight from solid scientific data in pursuit of some nebulous goal of politically-correct cloud-cuckooland is utterly bonkers, and a good reason, if there weren’t enough already, for Britain to leave the EU, an organization which is quite clearly staffed by people who are light of brain, and who, insulated from the rest of us by their tax-free income and expense accounts, seem to have problems coming to terms with reality.