Women are in the news. Their successes are all over the place. Here is a great scientist, there a great artist, and over yonder a great banker. Or is it bankeress? Overall, women are the best and the brightest nowadays. The more they get celebrated, though, the more I am annoyed with them. Everywhere I spot them, I can see through them. And I cannot but notice that they have changed but little, if at all. Perfect slaves, as I like to call them, they are now celebrated by the system that exploits them to boot. And they are too stupid to even notice the trick. Capitalism turned clever, as it were. For my sins, I am referring to all women by one straightforward word: cunts. My beloved is also annoyed with women, at least the most conspicuous among them, but this word still drives her crazy, and especially from my own mouth. And so I do my best to appease her whenever it slips my lips. As far as I am concerned, I argue, there is only one cunt in this world. And it is at the very center of it. I adore it as such, no less. But the plural is reserved for the silly women in the ascendance today. Of course, my beloved is not amused by my argument followed by untold entreaties. Singular, plural? What are we talking about? A cunt is a cunt is a cunt. Alas, I will have to be a bit more careful with my language. Which will only benefit all the silly cunts of this world, I am afraid. Aargh!