"He was an Oxford don and so had power over me . . . But I also had power over him power sufficient to cause a venerable don to make a perfect fool of himself at a Christmas party. Unsurprisingly, I loved having that power.
It's a two-way street - but feminists want to cut it down to a one-lane road.
Making a fool of himself? How? Putting a lampshade on his head and dancing on a table? Clucking like a chicken?
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